This is a song about "Grandmother dying from cancer"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Im living every second that im dying

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

And this will be the song that we sing

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

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

Gangstas dying from day to day

Why i can't move away

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

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Why this cancer is trying to take my beautiful wife from me.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs