This is a song about "Health"

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

My health is in danger

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

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

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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