This is a song about "Ovarian cancer"

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

There destructive like cancer act

Your pants get hit with cancer

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer

So that don't even matter

Banner,and ill give you cancer

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career