This is a song about "Health"

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

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

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

Thinking your going to keep your health,

And if you pay for that yourself

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

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

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

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

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

My health is in danger

Huh, i can't interpret her