This is a song about "Cancer conspiracy"

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

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

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Putting cancer in supper and shit

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Not even my favorite rapper

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history