This is a song about "Health"

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Please, just peep the crystal method where

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

That's real, never been the kind for some mental health

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

My health is in danger

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

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