This is a song about "Health mental positivity"

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

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

As i light one for ill will

My trademark im small and mental!

The herb calm his mental

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

To soho, baby milo so dope

If skill was health you'd be on coke