This is a song about "A cousin that died"

I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Yesterday my dog died, i hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow

Would i stay with her, or separate or move along now

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

I knew this guy, shit, i wouldn't hurt a fly yet wouldn't cry if he died.

He tried to kill my cousin

Something wicked this way come

Mother died in a wedding dress, it was a depressing death that hurt his youth

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

My life that will thrive like i died twice and third time's the charm