This is a song about "Good health"

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

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

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

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

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

I thought i recognized her

My health is in danger

That's coming from a race that places wealth above health.

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