This is a song about "Health"

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

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

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

Must be something you want me to see

I've got health and family,

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash