This is a song about "Health"

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

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

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

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Thinking your going to keep your health,

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.