This is a song about "Health"

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Thinking your going to keep your health,

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

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

I've got health and family,

I be gettin' money

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air