This is a song about "Health"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I've got health and family,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

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

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

And they just make me angry so i’m crazy, maybe i’m cynical,

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

My health is in danger

Wolf gang, ace creator