This is a song about "Health"

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

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

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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