This is a song about "Health"

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

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

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

So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?

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

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,