This is a song about "Hypochondriac"

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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