This is a song about "Surgeon"

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

The lyrical surgeon uncertain if he fits in raps atmosphere

And now i need my heart to be replaced call me a surgeon

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Like a bad surgeon, haters always #so #impatient,

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Blood to the brain, saltsraumen, it's calling for a surgeon

Eastenders ha ha try an murder me i'll just get a surgeon to perform surgery

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see