This is a song about "Genital cancer"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

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

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Cancer wasn't the plan, i am who i am, dammed,

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Pictures and everything! genital entry with syllables and everything!

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

The real muscle in the message of that

Putting cancer in supper and shit