This is a song about "Curing cancer"

There state of mind, delirious, once done aint no curing this,

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

He roamed around his village curing people's pandemonium

Your pants get hit with cancer

Of impactful things one can ask for

I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Dont answer i know you beat cancer

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

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

Your pants get hit with cancer

Took the van, went snatch her