This is a song about "Ovarian cancer"

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

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

I'm the answer to every question, pass cancer,

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

Your pants get hit with cancer

But that's what he liked her