This is a song about "Low health"

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

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

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

I've got health and family,

Third ward general, young cash money

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf