I'ma start killin' niggas, how you get that trife?

I attended Harlem picnics where you risked your life

Uncle used to skim work, sellin' nicks at night

I was only 8 years old, watching Nick at Nite

Uncle Psycho was in that bathroom buggin'

Knife to his gut, hope Daddy don't cut him

Suicidal thoughts brought to me with no advisory

He was pitchin' dummy, sellin' fiends mad ivory

Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!

She was poppin' pills like rappers in society