This is a song about "Blood cancer"

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

Or something that you paid for

Dont answer i know you beat cancer

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

Your pants get hit with cancer

Something worth dying for

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?

Rhymes flow through me like blood

I don't really give a fuck