This is a song about "World health"

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

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

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

And they just make me angry so i’m crazy, maybe i’m cynical,

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

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

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

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

I can taste the salt from my tears

Thinking your going to keep your health,

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

World world war 3 bout to be known

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

That i will leave earth with her

My health is in danger