This is a song about "Morton town killed my cousin"

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

My music so loud, you here it outta town

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

I be running around my town. till i run my town

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

You cant touch my skill,if you try youll get killed,

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Of what yal think i'm about, if my cousin was never thrown in prison