This is a song about "Health center"

I'm staple to this center, like a lay up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

I've got health and family,

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

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

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

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there