This is a song about "Health"

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

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health

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