This is a song about "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

I've got health and family,

And they can't see the tragedy

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

My health is in danger

You gon' tip her

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

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears