This is a song about "Lets cure cancer"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

For kicks i cure cancer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Your pants get hit with cancer

I got something you've been waiting for

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

Everybody lets go

This shit ain't nothing new though

To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

Im an infection and there is no cure

You know...you know who you are

Your pants get hit with cancer