This is a song about "Health science theraputic services diagnostic services anesthesiologists surgeons cytotechnologists athletic trainers working with athletes determining if an athlete can play treating people who have genetic and cell disorders studying patients cells admi"

Cause they can test animals for science

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Working and middle-class people were viewed as gutter trash,

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Just proceeding with your life, working and breeding

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

From work and play to working day and spurn a burnin' verse display

Wish i wasn't treating people so mean

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

With an old style and a sold can that outran

No more prison and cells

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

So you can steal to feed yourself and be locked in prison cells,

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself