This is a song about "Health"

If you ain't about money

I've got health and family,

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.

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

So, just tell me something about yourself

Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,

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

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

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

That's real, never been the kind for some mental health

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

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