This is a song about "Health"

If skill was health you'd be on coke

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

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