This is a song about "Dead grandma died of cancer"

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

When i'm ready and willing to take all of this cancer pain for her.

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I been seeing the faces of people that have died in my life

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure

Busy raising babies and living on tour

And the news of cancer just took my breath and my life was wrecked.

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

Alcoholic dad died of damaged liver..step dad was also a leaver he succumbed to my shovel/