This is a song about "Pattern"

I rhyme with a lethal pattern,

I killed my manager with an iron

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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