This is a song about "Cured"

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

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

Everybody grab your gats and hold ‘em, load ‘em, sock ‘em, lock ‘em, cock ‘em and aim it up

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