This is a song about "Pattern"

I rhyme with a lethal pattern,

Don't regurgitate my sperm

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

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

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

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring