This is a song about "Health"

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

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

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I just know i'm that dope

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

So, just tell me something about yourself

Thinking your going to keep your health,