This is a song about "Death of cousin"

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Give a mic the kiss of death

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Of what yal think i'm about, if my cousin was never thrown in prison

As long as there is the opposite of death

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

And now the chance of my death increases.

They say nothings ever free

Of his death, such similarity

He tried to kill my cousin

And when it's said and done