This is a song about "Health"

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

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

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

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

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

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,

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Used to find dope in his coat

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

To you it was about wealth and your dying health