This is a song about "Rectal cancer"

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

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

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Tried to be a laster in a life that pain spreading faster than a blaster cancer/

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for