This is a song about "Patterns"

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

That try to chase these skirts

Anchored to expected patterns

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

Anchored to expected patterns

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

I'm imaging the patterns