This is a song about "Health skills"

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

These chalance give me balance

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

On point, i hone my skills

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

It's moe, all i need is more chips

So, just tell me something about yourself

Thinking your going to keep your health,

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills