This is a song about "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 got a baby boy or girl in there

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

Thinking your going to keep your health,

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

I be gettin' money

I've got health and family,

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

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

That's coming from a race that places wealth above health.

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

My health is in danger

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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