This is a song about "Internal medicine"

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

So i can give him a taste of his own medicine

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Delivering raps with large blast causing internal brain blast,i'm always leaving

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

You just working with the scraps you was given

Using depictions of my internal infliction

Ingesting medicine, yes again, i'm high as pelicans

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks