This is a song about "My cousin"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Like nas illmatic i never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death

Grab my knife and my gun

He’s tha only one

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

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

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

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

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen