This is a song about "Health"

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

That damier bag i bought her

My health is in danger

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

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

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

I've got health and family,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

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

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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