This is a song about "Health"

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

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I've got health and family,

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

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

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

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

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health