This is a song about "Health"

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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