This is a song about "Health"

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

I've got health and family,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs