This is a song about "Her cousin"

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

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

My knees on the ground, dear father

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

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

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Asia grants my cousin and we'd always be discussing

Instrumental from lexus, change is what they expected

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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