This is a song about "Kids cancer care"

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

Sellin to kids without a fukin care,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm the answer to every question, pass cancer,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

So you finally got the nerve

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Putting cancer in supper and shit

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for