This is a song about "Health"

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

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

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

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

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself