This is a song about "Mental health"

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

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

How simple they are

My health is in danger

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Hes fucking insane, retartedly mental

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Thinking your going to keep your health,

As i light one for ill will

I know that this sounds mental,

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

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