This is a song about "Doctors"

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

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

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

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

Little do they know his parents are both doctors

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot