This is a song about "Late 1800 medical practices"

I'm a half-assed activist that preaches but never practices,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Bitch call a fucking doctor, bring a medical chopper,

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

Im still here but i can't skate

I hope i'm not to late

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

So much hate know it's too late

Do it now, lets not be late

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Here to give you, a medical bill, plan to spit chemical spill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

No never but rather late/

Instead invest in some medical schools//

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes