This is a song about "Your cousins"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course

Zoomin in like my cousins mazda quick as shit

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let