This is a song about "Rectal cancer"

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

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

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Your pants get hit with cancer

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I got something you've been waiting for

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

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

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

A lot of people called it last year