This is a song about "Health"

I've got health and family,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

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

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

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

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

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells