This is a song about "Cancer conspiracy"

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

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

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

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

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

I came up hungry

It's all a conspiracy,

I put the nigga in his casket

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Your pants get hit with cancer

Or something that you paid for

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer