This is a song about "Health"

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

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