This is a song about "Butthole cancer"

Eating my soul just like cancer,

You told me god was the answer

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her