This is a song about "Cardiovascular health"

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

That's real, never been the kind for some mental health

I got 20 thousand views of french itself