This is a song about "Health"

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

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

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

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

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

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

With applied enthuses from cannabis to 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,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

That's real, never been the kind for some mental health