This is a song about "Doctor"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

You were just what the doctor ordered

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Doctor: dear god, please tell me this is part of a skit

My doctor wouldn't believe i was a baby

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

But now vice versa story changed he became a rapper, doctor,

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

‘till y'all critics turn to animals like doctor moreau,

Sent to the doctor just the other day,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

Motherfucker i'm ill, someone call the doctor,