This is a song about "Health"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

If skill was health you'd be on coke

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

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

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

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

But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

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