This is a song about "Medical school"

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That's the sound of my tool

It was my first year in high school

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

While we going through the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

As i seenobody cares about my history

Im sick for medical the ill mind is approved for me

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

We need protectors not fucking medical professors/

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

And use it all to get high on the medical herbs

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words