This is a song about "Missing my cousin emmual quarles"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

He was my cousin and he was there for me

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

While on this beat my hearts not missing a beat its cohesive

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Came from fucking nothing, smoking l's with my cousin

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

She's been missing for weeks her kid takes a seat watching my techniques

They don't hear the bark

My cousin dont get me hard,

Lazy sundays make my friends think i've gone missing

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Because i was what you’re missing.

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning