This is a song about "Health"

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

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

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

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

That's real, never been the kind for some mental health

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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,

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

Thinking your going to keep your health,

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears