This is a song about "Low health"

I be, creeping lower than low

I'm rolling down the window

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

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

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

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

My health is in danger

Poke out from behind her