This is a song about "Happy sweet 15 cousin"

And by the way i'mma start

My cousin dont get me hard,

I mean it's been working but we don't get support like orphans

So me and my momma can be happy no more abortions

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

The place i was once happy the place that i called my eden/

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Sleep is the cousin of death and shouldn't be trusted with you life.

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall