This is a song about "Health"

And i just want to hold her

My health is in danger

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health

That's coming from a race that places wealth above health.

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

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

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