This is a song about "Grammas got cancer"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

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

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Your pants get hit with cancer

Dont answer i know you beat cancer

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

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

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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