This is a song about "Lucas is cancer"

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Putting cancer in supper and shit

No car key and i mean that

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

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Your pants get hit with cancer

The ice ain't really nothing to her