This is a song about "Doctors"

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Fake doctors giving us symptoms of illnesses

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

You hate doctors (dr.) but you been on [(dr)ugs] you been [(dr)inking]

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Little do they know his parents are both doctors

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