This is a song about "Health"

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

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

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

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

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,

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

Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

Where every recipient, property of the state