This is a song about "Jay kin"

Dodge a #punch, upper#cut like #jay #z

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Cause its eminem, jay z, then me

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Everybody finger point in your direction

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

I'm a mean mother fucker, so you know my #kin #evil

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I know they pay me too much of attention

It's hard to find sin in one of your kin

If you bleed red then you're kin,

High off life? my nigga not even