This is a song about "Dr who"

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Call all my closes homies dr though

But then the dr. told with confidence what to expect.

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

Seen, but damn girl you smoking

Fuck they think they is dr. king?

Whip, plane, motions own

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Just call up dr. rza, ask em how to break a neck. . .for science

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Theraphy sessions with my self, dr. mims its time to go slower