This is a song about "Lung cancer"

I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Your pants get hit with cancer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Competitors smoke dung in the lung

I'll like to tell you i'm the type to get all woman

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

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