This is a song about "Mentle health clean"

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

My health is in danger

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

I've got health and family,

But five years from now i bet she see

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

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Then keep your change like an oink machine