This is a song about "Health"

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

She should have invited her

My health is in danger

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

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

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

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz