This is a song about "My cousins"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins

I don't trust no one

Grab my knife and my gun

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

My own unknown is my enemy,

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks