This is a song about "Lung cancer"

Eating my soul just like cancer,

But shawty know i'm a rapper

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

I should michael jordan these rappers

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

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

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

There destructive like cancer act

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,