This is a song about "Cancer"

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

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Cancer wasn't the plan, i am who i am, dammed,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

None at all, that's the answer, the chance is bigger if it cures cancer.

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

For kicks i cure cancer

You know...you know who you are