This is a song about "Health"

Been running around trying find a job

If skill was health you'd be on coke

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

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

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

I’m tryna be low key

I've got health and family,

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

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

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

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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