This is a song about "Adolescent medical autonomy"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Im sick for medical the ill mind is approved for me

Is it because we lost our sense of autonomy?

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Im that adolescent mc whos attested, not to mess with no questions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Medical experiment benadryl mixed with heroin

Medical professionals

Shout out my nigga miles

I'm quite the adolescent specimen doper than mescaline

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I don't got no money, adolescent currency

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Bitch call a fucking doctor, bring a medical chopper,