This is a song about "Health"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health

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

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

If skill was health you'd be on coke

To soho, baby milo so dope

What is hittin' for

My health is in danger

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

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I've got health and family,

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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