This is a song about "Doctors"

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

But you seemed to neglect the indirect correct intellect of this sect of doctors.

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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