This is a song about "Cankers"

I bit my lip so much i got a canker

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive