This is a song about "Pattern"

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

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

So in layman’s terms my words burn

I rhyme with a lethal 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