This is a song about "Breast cancer"

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm the answer to every question, pass cancer,

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

We gotta get back to what really matters

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

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

There destructive like cancer act

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

The rest is in my mouth, including your girls breast