This is a song about "Health"

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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

Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

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

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Well, that's what you are

My health is in danger

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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