This is a song about "Health"

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

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

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

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

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I've got health and family,

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health