This is a song about "The medicine man"

Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Medicine may try to counteract

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Not knowing he needed medicine

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Medicine men and shamans saw it as a way to enter the spirit land

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

Money long from here to japan

Mr mathers is the man

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

The same medicine you fed us and all you're gonna see is red

They be like damn

The greatest thoughts of man,