This is a song about "Pattern"

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Its understandable if you don't believe me if thats the pattern

I will dismember you in no pattern cause i'm free styling

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

And she don't want to learn

I rhyme with a lethal pattern,

All im meant to be, cause matter follows a pattern perpetually

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Back of his head they roll, pattern like that of a dice

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

When she loses traits she lies and she loses pace in speech pattern with a huge change