This is a song about "Dead cousin"

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

You all should be fukn dead

Code red, which means you go red

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Sleep is the cousin of death and shouldn't be trusted with you life.

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Like night of the living dead

Even when my dreams are dead

So if i do call it's just a check