You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.
You got a baby boy or girl in there
Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,
Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate
My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,
If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle
My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical
So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself
With applied enthuses from cannabis to health
Never will i ever utter never to myself
So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?
If skill was health you'd be on coke
Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke
I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health
But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself
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