This is a song about "Doctors"

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

You hate doctors (dr.) but you been on [(dr)ugs] you been [(dr)inking]

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

And now you in the hospital, the doctors got a breathing unit,

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But you seemed to neglect the indirect correct intellect of this sect of doctors.

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,