This is a song about "Donating to cancer"

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I'm the answer to every question, pass cancer,

Tried to be a laster in a life that pain spreading faster than a blaster cancer/

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

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

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her