This is a song about "7 coberly cousins"

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Presidential election

You're uncool like my mother kin

I don't care what it did to them

Year 7 was the same again

I'm the sushi king

(experimental rhyming)

Good kids make bad grown ups

Medical professionals

What up girl, tell me how you been

Conclusion recreation,

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens