This is a song about "How good my cousin is at basketball"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Asia grants my cousin and we'd always be discussing

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

My music is so good its almost therapeutic

Take a look at my girl, take a good glimpse

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

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

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

So the ones eye has freak don't run

He tried to kill my cousin

I like my bitches good at math

But i let off everything i have