This is a song about "World health"

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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

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

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

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,

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

But that's what he liked her

My health is in danger