This is a song about "Cancer people"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Dont answer i know you beat cancer

You is not hip then i can not coach her

There destructive like cancer act

And even more alarming is the fact

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

Eating my soul just like cancer,

You told me god was the answer

The last of a dying breed too many whack artists

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

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