This is a song about "Health skills"

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

I've got health and family,

Third ward general, young cash money

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

They bringing me fish and chips

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself