This is a song about "World health organisation"

I fucking hate this job

If skill was health you'd be on coke

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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

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

Thinking your going to keep your health,

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

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

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

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health

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