This is a song about "Health"

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

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

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

I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

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

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

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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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