This is a song about "Health"

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

And got her room number, you can find me there

And if you pay for that yourself

Thinking your going to keep your health,

If you ain't about money

I've got health and family,

And i ain't frontin for her

My health is in danger

Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

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

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

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