This is a song about "Health"

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

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

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

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

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

I will do anything to remain in good health but this is now,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow