This is a song about "Hypochondriac"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

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

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

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

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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