This is a song about "The cousins"

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

So let 'em chase love

Where the fuck the chorus

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga