This is a song about "Health"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

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

And they just make me angry so i’m crazy, maybe i’m cynical,

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?

I've got health and family,

It ain't hard to make money

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

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

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz