This is a song about "Health"

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

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

And they can't see the tragedy

I've got health and family,

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Impeccable give it my note

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

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

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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