This is a song about "Health"

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

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

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

If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds