This is a song about "Mental health"

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Insomnia is driving me mental,

So pretentious with no potential

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

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

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

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal