This is a song about "Breast cancer"

Not even my favorite rapper

Eating my soul just like cancer,

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Your pants get hit with cancer

Say bye bye to her

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Dont answer i know you beat cancer