This is a song about "Health"

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

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

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

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

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

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

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health