This is a song about "Health"

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

That's coming from a race that places wealth above health.

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

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

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health