This is a song about "Physiotherapy"

Im sick for medical the ill mind is approved for me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Physical time on this earth short, but my legend will last

Fake rappers stick to me like prosthetics of a diabetic who wanted to look visually aesthetic.

Unforgettable gestures, unmeasurable effort, to pleasure the masses with impeccable work ethic

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

And use it all to get high on the medical herbs

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

But before then i need therapy, for this parody, that i let get out of control carelessly

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee