Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.
Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her
Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer
Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty
Why this cancer is trying to take my beautiful wife from me.
And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her
I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer
And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer
What is hittin' for
Your pants get hit with cancer
There state of mind, delirious, once done aint no curing this,
Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business
A lot of women from conversation could fall in love
Schooling systems are luring victims there's no curing symptoms
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