This is a song about "Doctors"

They need to be prostate doctors, how they going after butts

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

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

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

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Its fine i get that alot, shit i know i aint hot, doctors keep givin me a shot,

These engineers and doctors and lawyers, they would never fear,

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.