This is a song about "Health"

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

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

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

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well