This is a song about "Nicolas my cousin"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

In her defense she a part of the crowd

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

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Im an improbable human conundrum, in my past life slim shady was my cousin

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some