This is a song about "Health"

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Been running around trying find a job

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

Believing the screens or anything there

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Striving, working nine to five with no health care