This is a song about "Health"

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

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

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

If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself