This is a song about "Rip cousin emmanuel quarles"

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

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Asia grants my cousin and we'd always be discussing

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Your lyrics im gna rip threw

I wanna get with you

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

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom