This is a song about "Rectal cancer"

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

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I'll tackle fuckin' fans on stage, i spread lyrical cancer plagues,

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

We gotta get back to what really matters

I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Then i bet he be cracked

There destructive like cancer act