This is a song about "Colon cancer"

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

For kicks i cure cancer

I'm the shit, try to stop my list like a colon,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Say bye bye to her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,