This is a song about "Colon cancer"

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And that i spent the night with her

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

There destructive like cancer act

And i can write a hook fast