This is a song about "Genital cancer"

Eating my soul just like cancer,

That damier bag i bought her

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

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

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

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

You told me god was the answer

Your pants get hit with cancer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Your pants get hit with cancer

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career