This is a song about "You are cancer"

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Your pants get hit with cancer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

Hope my city is not too far

Who do you think you are

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Putting cancer in supper and shit

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer