This is a song about "Health skills"

Lil prps like 3 digits

"damn, this kid has no skills

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

For all the rappers and skills

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

But this ain't physics or rocket science

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

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

Skills are astronomical,

I'm fried from this ripple