This is a song about "Kin"

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

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Symbolic of sheer will, the top rapper's next of kin i'm here still

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

What up girl, tell me how you been

For my like-minded kin,

If they got kids looks like they'll be getting looked after by there next of kin

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

If you bleed red then you're kin,

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

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

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic