This is a song about "Health"

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

And that i spent the night with her

My health is in danger

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

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight