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

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

Something's missing piece of my mind repositioned, i speak but no one listens

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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,

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

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

There must be some part of my brain missing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Asia grants my cousin and we'd always be discussing