This is a song about "Health class"

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

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

I can barely wipe my ass

On a whole different class

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

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Thick lips and a sick class

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

Poke out from behind her

My health is in danger