This is a song about "Liver cancer"

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Banner,and ill give you cancer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer