This is a song about "Genital cancer"

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

There destructive like cancer act

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Well, that's what you are

Your pants get hit with cancer

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

She sure does talk a a lot about dick, boy she must be in that genital phase