This is a song about "Good health"

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,