This is a song about "Bum cancer"

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

If a nigga didn't fake like them

"see i won't be a bum"

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

Eating my soul just like cancer,

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Putting cancer in supper and shit