This is a song about "Cancer"

The last of a dying breed too many whack artists

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

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

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I'll tackle fuckin' fans on stage, i spread lyrical cancer plagues,

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

What she wants on 25th because i'm chillin' with prancer

I don’t care where ya are

Your pants get hit with cancer

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer