This is a song about "Patterns"

I'm imaging the patterns

Singing my life with his words

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

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Anchored to expected patterns

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

Anchored to expected patterns

The birds i knew flip birds