This is a song about "7 yours old"

You are always mine, i aint never yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

But don't fall asleep

I aint about to pay for yours.

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

Know you want me to fall

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Sneak up on attack

Like i'm a moldy old herb

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard