This is a song about "Health"

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

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

That's coming from a race that places wealth above health.

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

My health is in danger

That damier bag i bought her