This is a song about "Doctors"

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Little do they know his parents are both doctors