This is a song about "Doctors"

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

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Fake doctors giving us symptoms of illnesses

And wonder how we ever came to this

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis