This is a song about "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

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

I've got health and family,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

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