This is a song about "Cured"

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

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

Is it my fault that in every bar you can find passion?fuck stuck amok? damn dawg you suck

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

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

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