This is a song about "Hypochondriac"

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat