This is a song about "Calling doctor fong"

Hayden: please understand doctor

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

What can i do about your pain, i am not a doctor

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I been all around the world

You were just what the doctor ordered

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

A doctor, an engineer,

Now he calling me baby mama

Got a killer flow from the llama

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Calling it the grand prix

Doctor diagnosis me with neurosis

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

And im back and calling shots, calling whos shot