This is a song about "Health"

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

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

I've got health and family,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

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