This is a song about "Brain cancer"

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

Parking lot of the blue flame

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

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

And served it to the public on a silver platter

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

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

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

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer