This is a song about "Health"

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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

Thinking your going to keep your health,

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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,

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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