This is a song about "Health"

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

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

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

If skill was health you'd be on coke

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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

Cause some of you bitches funny

I've got health and family,

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

You know...you know who you are

My health is in danger

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

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