This is a song about "Health"

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health

I will do anything to remain in good health but this is now,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

My health is in danger

I pipe in and one night her

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

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

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

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

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