This is a song about "Health"

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

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

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle

Thinking your going to keep your health,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

So, just tell me something about yourself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

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