This is a song about "Batting cancer"

The dead society of a poet

Putting cancer in supper and shit

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

There destructive like cancer act

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Tried to be a laster in a life that pain spreading faster than a blaster cancer/

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Then the stars don't even matter

Your pants get hit with cancer

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter