This is a song about "Health"

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

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Thinking your going to keep your health,

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

If skill was health you'd be on coke

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

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

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical