This is a song about "Late 1800s medical practices"

I get off because of wealth, and i truly really hate the people,

Medieval medical upheaval resorting to severing im lethal,

The legal medical got me savoring each and every chew

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

And use it all to get high on the medical herbs

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

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

I feel good, i look great

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

So much hate know it's too late

Let em marinate, you forever late

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

No never but rather late/

They fasting they won't leave me ate