This is a song about "Health"

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

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

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

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

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

If skill was health you'd be on coke

The street slang i be speakin in code

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

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

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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