This is a song about "Health"

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

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

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

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

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

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

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

I will do anything to remain in good health but this is now,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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