This is a song about "Bum cancer"

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

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

There destructive like cancer act

And that i spent the night with her

These dumb chump rappers with crumb bum swagger

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

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

"see i won't be a bum"

Bet i get like 8 of them