This is a song about "Her cousin"

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

Asia grants my cousin and we'd always be discussing

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Dick her down kick her out

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Trust me these queers rushed me for something my cousin devan did

He was my cousin and he was there for me

They giving pounds and that before get the money

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Taste good, don't it cousin? just so you know, its nothing