This is a song about "Lung cancer"

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

Your pants get hit with cancer

How the fuck a deal matter

There are times when you'll need someone

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

Cancer wasn't the plan, i am who i am, dammed,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

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

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

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

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year