This is a song about "Babe your mine"

Columbus, holla at ya boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

It's ironic, your eyes need more improvement than mine

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

See if your could last a day in these shoes of mine

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

You deal with your life and i'll deal with mine

Michael, you know i really hope, your life turns out better than mine.

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Let me have it your rhymes are mine from last week