This is a song about "Health"

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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

I've got health and family,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

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

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

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

Believing the screens or anything there

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

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

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,