This is a song about "Health"

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

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

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

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