This is a song about "Health"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Thinking your going to keep your health,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I've got health and family,

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

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare