This is a song about "Cancer cant kill me"

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

With ocd yall cant touch me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Why this cancer is trying to take my beautiful wife from me.

Cant see me or my snipers

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

Climb a skyscraper, still cant get to me

Once as a slave who imagined being free

My raps are so deadly they gave me a license to kill

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Geek u cant out do me true indeed