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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health

So, just tell me something about yourself

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair