This is a song about "Health"

My health is in danger

Baby, you know who you are

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

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

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

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

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there