This is a song about "Health"

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

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

I will do anything to remain in good health but this is now,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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