This is a song about "Health"

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

I've got health and family,

Took the van, went snatch her

My health is in danger

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Motherfucker this is forever dope

If skill was health you'd be on coke

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