This is a song about "Health"

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I can taste the salt from my tears

Thinking your going to keep your health,

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

My health is in danger

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

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.