This is a song about "Pattern"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

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

Guess i see it's my turn

I rhyme with a lethal 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

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