This is a song about "Grandmother dying from cancer"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

Before my grandmother died in the trailer we lived in

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

You know we kick it like everyday

Gangstas dying from day to day

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

To take the cancer from her and give it to me in the literal.

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate