This is a song about "Health"

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Motherfucker this is forever dope

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

I will do anything to remain in good health but this is now,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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