This is a song about "I m like a doctor and my patients are anxiously waiting"

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

And now as i sit debating waiting im a slave and intimidating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Better yet they work my every nerve

Snazzy like a doctor, white converse sneakers.

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Stop listening, waiting anxiously like sitting under a christmas tree

Never fading, and i know that haters are forever waiting

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow