This is a song about "Rip cousin emmanuel quarles"

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

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

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Taste good, don't it cousin? just so you know, its nothing

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

And rip out your vocal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Sleep is the cousin of death and shouldn't be trusted with you life.

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

It didn't help a bit, grab a razor let it rip

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Your lyrics im gna rip threw

Knowing that i need you