This is a song about "Cancer conspiracy"

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Banner,and ill give you cancer

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Took the van, went snatch her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

I'm the answer to every question, pass cancer,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

But then cancer came, ravaged your body and i got down,

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Eating my soul just like cancer,

That damier bag i bought her

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

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