This is a song about "Health"

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

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

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

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I fucking hate this job

My health is in danger

Took the van, went snatch her