This is a song about "Health"

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

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

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

That's real, never been the kind for some mental health

I've got health and family,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Motherfucker this is forever dope

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

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

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

Believing the screens or anything there