This is a song about "Patterns"

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Anchored to expected patterns

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Anchored to expected patterns

I'm imaging the patterns

We ahead of the curve

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra