This is a song about "Doctors"

Hayden(starts crying): see? even doctors are afraid of me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

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

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

Little do they know his parents are both doctors

And you are not around like black fathers

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis

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

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing