This is a song about "Grandmother dying from cancer"

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

For kicks i cure cancer

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Inside it feels like im dying

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Gangstas dying from day to day

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Ya'll wife and white knight her

But it's not fair that they won't have you as a grandmother.

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

Im not trying because im sick of lying, im dreaming about dying, but not from you,

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due