This is a song about "Vore fox"

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

Let your hits echo like a fox-trot, tell them to count the steps

A young fox on his grind so steady

Must be something you want me to see

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

On my fox flow, ring a ding ling ling

Or let the mob handle that

You betrayed me like a fox, shit.

Including fox hill and 27th street

More money that mean less sleep

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

She walks with the fox saying ting ting, tang tang

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Including fox hill and 27th street

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep