This is a song about "Cancer people"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?

Your pants get hit with cancer

You told me god was the answer

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Eating my soul just like cancer,

I pipe in and one night her

Putting cancer in supper and shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer