This is a song about "Mental health"

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

That's real, never been the kind for some mental health

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

My health is in danger

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Thinking your going to keep your health,

I got 20 thousand views of french itself