This is a song about "Hypochondriac"

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Think you're ill see, you're a hypochondriac

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

I'm spillin' millions of illnesses and i ain't no hypochondriac

I'm bombing rap, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

I'm ill an dat, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat