This is a song about "Health class"

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health

Thick lips and a sick class

I can get straight to the cash

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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

Along with the whole class

You can't be wiping your ass

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash