This is a song about "Health care"

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Here nigga on the road

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Park my plane right there

Escapin foster care.

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share