This is a song about "Text structure"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

So why even bother sending me a text?

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Cutting me this worthless check

Next time i'm a use a text

Makes no sense but my two cents are dispensed off the head with no structure

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Got her number, she didn't text me or call back

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

My structure in these raps is aimin straight to excel

Sorry, not impressed by your partly... choppy text

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Time they bribe you with a text of nine lines of crime