This is a song about "Health"

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

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

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

So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

I will do anything to remain in good health but this is now,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow