This is a song about "Dead cousins"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Like sally mae on college debt

Smack another person dead

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Now you wish i was dead,

My god come before this bread

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Cutting me this worthless check

Back from the motherfucking dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Like night of the living dead