This is a song about "Workplace health and safety"

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

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

I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

Cause isn't that the reason why we all strive for health,

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass