This is a song about "Health"

If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Years back you believed that the world was fair

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

My health is in danger

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

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

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

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

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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