This is a song about "Bars ours cars stars top crop"

Let's enjoy our younger years

"we have won, victory's ours!"

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Cos the future generation is in the hands of ours

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

She may not be blood, but shes still ours,

Talking about the god you serve

Burn faster and faster so we take what's ours

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

I be murdering bars

Imma look at the stars,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks