This is a song about "Health"

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

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

If skill was health you'd be on coke

To soho, baby milo so dope

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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

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