This is a song about "Cured"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

Life is ironic, cured hip-hop's chronic/

Living out of a homeless shit

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

They say it's cured by patience, well that's some bullshit

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

Got your bitch in her thong no bra on. bout to beat that pussy up, man i dont give a fuck.

When it comes to these rhymes i'm a lyrical thug i'm so sick i couldn't be cured by a miracle drug