This is a song about "Health"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Since i was left with no hope

If skill was health you'd be on coke

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.