This is a song about "Doctors"

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Now momma told me be careful who you love

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis

These engineers and doctors and lawyers, they would never fear,

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

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

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

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

Fake doctors giving us symptoms of illnesses

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

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