This is a song about "Health"

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

I think it excited her

My health is in danger

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

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

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

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

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel