This is a song about "World health"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

With applied enthuses from cannabis to health

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share