This is a song about "Death in the family"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Unorthodox pops left me and he made me the man in the family

U fags all the same like outfits in pics of the family poses

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I freeze you to death like your standing for a family picture

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

It's inherited, it's runs in the family

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Steady job providing the necessitys for my family think any differently rest in peace

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store