This is a song about "Medical school"

We race foreign cars, custom models

Medical professionals

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

And use it all to get high on the medical herbs

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

See i learned it in school

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

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

When im waiting for mealtime at school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

While we going through the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Im sick for medical the ill mind is approved for me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see