This is a song about "Ass cancer"

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Putting cancer in supper and shit

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Dont answer i know you beat cancer

What she wants on 25th because i'm chillin' with prancer

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