This is a song about "Kin"

They all see my life from a childish position

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

And picture me rollin

If you bleed red then you're kin,

I make songs about shit for attention

Aiming it at my own damn kin

Three years ago i started in this motherf**kin' game, i used to suck

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

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

For my like-minded kin,

Catch you up on places i've been

And this shit is passed down to our next of kin,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I'm the next of kin, the sinner of sin,

You just working with the scraps you was given