This is a song about "Patterns"

I'm imaging the patterns

You know big-breast girls

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Singing my life with his words

Anchored to expected patterns

Anchored to expected patterns

We are being wiped off the face of this earth