This is a song about "Health"

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

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