This is a song about "Bum cancer"

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

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

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

I got plenty bum bitches watching from the deep end.

I call her, no answer

Your pants get hit with cancer

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

There destructive like cancer act

You know you like dick up your bum,

Flyer than the rest of them

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for