This is a song about "The advancement of nursing"

Talking of the gods you serve

Shaved of the face of the earth

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

I work hard for everything i get

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

In the face of the outside.

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Observing with a surgeons nursing vest

The things im most scared of

We don't ever make love

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt