This is a song about "My cousin rechel"

Yeah bitch this date's done

Grab my knife and my gun

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

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

But when you step out, why these bitches run out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My own unknown is my enemy,

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

Trust me these queers rushed me for something my cousin devan did

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum