This is a song about "Testicular cancer"

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

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

None at all, that's the answer, the chance is bigger if it cures cancer.

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Putting cancer in supper and shit

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

For kicks i cure cancer

Huh, i can't interpret her

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

Or something that you paid for

Eating my soul just like cancer,