This is a song about "Health"

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I fucking hate this job

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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Thinking your going to keep your health,

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

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