This is a song about "Health"

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

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

If skill was health you'd be on coke

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health