This is a song about "Health"

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

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

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Turn around and then you flip your hair