This is a song about "Cancer"

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

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

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

And i ain't frontin for her

Your pants get hit with cancer

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Banner,and ill give you 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

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

But then cancer came, ravaged your body and i got down,

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around