This is a song about "Hate cancer"

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

As i seenobody cares about my history

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

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

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

Eating my soul just like cancer,

And there's little to be glad for

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

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

But then cancer came, ravaged your body and i got down,

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around