This is a song about "Patterns"

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

I'm imaging the patterns

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

Oldest nation on this earth

Anchored to expected patterns

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

Whole time, a little more girls

Anchored to expected patterns