This is a song about "Patterns"

The richest place on earth

I'm imaging the patterns

Anchored to expected patterns

Now you got a masters

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Anchored to expected patterns

Talking about the god you serve

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella