This is a song about "Health"

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

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

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

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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