This is a song about "Health"

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

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

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

My health is in danger

Get your paper, see you later

‘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