This is a song about "Health"

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I've got health and family,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke