This is a song about "Health"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

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

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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Say bye bye to her

My health is in danger

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

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