This is a song about "A anthem on doctors"

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

My fans can stand for the anthem

Raw, like a hard on wit no condom on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Making this your anthem

And when it's said and done

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

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Wrecking ball is gonna be tha nations anthem

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot