This is a song about "Health"

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

I've got health and family,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

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

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

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

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