This is a song about "Health"

That's real, never been the kind for some mental health

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

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

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

Never will i ever utter never to myself

My health is in danger

Get your paper, see you later

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

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

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

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