This is a song about "Health skills stressors stress health and media"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

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

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

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

Just to go to liv on a sunday

I've got health and family,

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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself