This is a song about "Patterns"

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Anchored to expected patterns

Anchored to expected patterns

Now you got a masters

The richest place on earth

I'm imaging the patterns

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards