This is a song about "Health"

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

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

I just know i'm that dope

If skill was health you'd be on coke

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I've got health and family,

Dc, man over money

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

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

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