This is a song about "Testicular cancer"

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Your pants get hit with cancer

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Then i bet he be cracked

There destructive like cancer act

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And then along came the wrong man for her

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

But then cancer came, ravaged your body and i got down,

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

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

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,