This is a song about "Healthy heading"

I'm healthy for hip-hop, i'm labeled very nutritional,

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Heading home later to burn a piece of paper so worthless

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Disconnecting from ya neck i really dont wanna be heading

At the stars, he feels hopeless sitting here alone so he beside to start heading home,

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

I feel healthy with weed smoke and an ox up under my sheep coat,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Rapping is a healthy alternative from taking my razor and doing this world a favor,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

But hell is surely were your heading,

The route, of where he's heading, head straight to the top

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop