This is a song about "Health"

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

That's coming from a race that places wealth above health.

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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