This is a song about "Patterns"

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

I'm imaging the patterns

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Call on one of your girls

Anchored to expected patterns

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Anchored to expected patterns