This is a song about "Health"

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

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

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

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

What is hittin' for

My health is in danger