This is a song about "Health"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Thinking your going to keep your health,

And they just make me angry so i’m crazy, maybe i’m cynical,

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

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

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

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

My health is in danger

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

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