This is a song about "Health"

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Thinking your going to keep your health,

So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

That's coming from a race that places wealth above health.

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

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