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

Cus now nigga its to late

Low income no bills getting paid

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Heavens door, but i am just too late

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Off the medical blunts long as a krakkens tentacle

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Im sick for medical the ill mind is approved for me

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

We need protectors not fucking medical professors/

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Practices so inhumane, if i become president, vote for me,

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

And that was when i was in the eighth grade