This is a song about "Doctors"

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

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

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

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

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

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut