This is a song about "Cancer"

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

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

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

See, i like the person that you are

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

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

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

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her