This is a song about "Brain cancer"

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

Well rick james, maury jane

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

An illusion of the brain

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

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

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

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

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

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

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

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer