This is a song about "Low health"

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Bad bitches never loved them though

I be, creeping lower than low

My balance be so tight rope

If skill was health you'd be on coke

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears