This is a song about "Hospice"

Hospital time and bills that they couldn't afford

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

From fear of the same stuff, i give them the tailor

Waking up in the hospital a few weeks later,

With shocks at hospital, we learned to just duck when it pops,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

A chronicled naysaying of a hospital patient, a nautical mason,

But these corporations obviously hate and lock the nation,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

"callin' the mental hospital it's, time for a needle."

It's born to rock on, explosion, one of the toughest

It says he's in the hospital, about to kick the bucket,

It’s perfect when they lay for you, but they stay true and vertical

Tie you up put you in the trunk and drive your car into a hospital

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed.

Is not far from white girls with big bread