This is a song about "Dead cousin"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Came from fucking nothing, smoking l's with my cousin

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Just hit my cousin up, he's stationed over in paris,

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Trust me these queers rushed me for something my cousin devan did

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Asia grants my cousin and we'd always be discussing

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Nobody ain't own us yet