This is a song about "Hate cancer"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

I pipe in and one night her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Dont answer i know you beat cancer

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

And i can write a hook fast

There destructive like cancer act

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke