This is a song about "Good health"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

I've got health and family,

Let me rideuntil i get free

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there