This is a song about "Surgeon"

Cut that slut up but you know i ain't a surgeon

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Stop making faces like a plastic surgeon

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

Dismembering bars i'm a lyrical surgeon everyone fades likes whispers when i release

They think i'm great whenever i grab the mic i'm a surgeon i operate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

The lyrical surgeon uncertain if he fits in raps atmosphere

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear