This is a song about "Health"

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Thinking your going to keep your health,

So, just tell me something about yourself

If skill was health you'd be on coke

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

I've got health and family,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there