This is a song about "The pattern"

When she loses traits she lies and she loses pace in speech pattern with a huge change

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Good love then i can do that for her

In the heat of the summer,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I will dismember you in no pattern cause i'm free styling

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

All im meant to be, cause matter follows a pattern perpetually

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Got the passion for the music

The streetz is aint the safe

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Where the ball meets the wall

Wolf gang, kill em' all