This is a song about "Health"

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

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

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

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

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Used to find dope in his coat

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

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

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

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

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

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Never will i ever utter never to myself