This is a song about "Health"

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

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

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

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

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

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

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