This is a song about "Mom with cancer"

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

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

Eating my soul just like cancer,

And i ain't frontin for her

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Dont answer i know you beat cancer

If he really sees us then how did my mom get cancer again?

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

But whos that lady im with? look again, thats your mom bitch

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat