This is a song about "Her cousin"

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

Just hit my cousin up, he's stationed over in paris,

Like nas illmatic i never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

She never ready to go so she forever come

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

He was my cousin and he was there for me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see