This is a song about "Anal cancer"

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

My anus is like a tool, such high pressure anal explosion

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

I'm the answer to every question, pass cancer,

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Banner,and ill give you cancer