This is a song about "Health triangle"

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

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

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

My health is in danger

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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