This is a song about "Doctors"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

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

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

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Fake doctors giving us symptoms of illnesses

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

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