This is a song about "Health"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

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

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health