This is a song about "Fowl kin"

I'm the next of kin, the sinner of sin,

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

High off life? my nigga not even

And this shit is passed down to our next of kin,

And i like the hoes that need passion

If you bleed red then you're kin,

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

To commit ear sins, for you and your kin

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

What up girl, tell me how you been

Aiming it at my own damn kin