This is a song about "Cardiovascular health"

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

And now that i’m getting money

I've got health and family,

But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

I will do anything to remain in good health but this is now,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake