This is a song about "Dead cousins"

But i can't kill somethig already dead

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Now you wish i was dead,

Kick back and know yo son set

You all should be fukn dead

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Zoomin in like my cousins mazda quick as shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis

If not we're practically dead

My god come before this bread