This is a song about "Health"

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

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

If skill was health you'd be on coke

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass