This is a song about "Mom with cancer"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

Said when i do dirt wit her

Eating my soul just like cancer,

To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv

My father never seen me, the nigga probably stevie

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her