This is a song about "Cancer"

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

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I'll tackle fuckin' fans on stage, i spread lyrical cancer plagues,

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

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

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer