This is a song about "Butthole cancer"

My records sell, yes sir

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

Haters beware, i can see clear

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

None at all, that's the answer, the chance is bigger if it cures cancer.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Putting cancer in supper and shit

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

Your pants get hit with cancer

How the fuck a deal matter