This is a song about "Grammas got cancer"

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

I'll tackle fuckin' fans on stage, i spread lyrical cancer plagues,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

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

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

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

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Your pants get hit with cancer

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

I'm feelin' like i better have an answer