This is a song about "Skin cancer"

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

The pale skin and scrapped knees

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

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

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Dont answer i know you beat cancer

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

I'm the parasitic evil gettin' under your skin

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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