This is a song about "Mobile medical clinic"

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Son, i put on a clinic, you put on clinique

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Mislead, zombie effect, redirect to the clinic to be checked,

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

Medieval medical upheaval resorting to severing im lethal,