This is a song about "Being yours"

Always speak your mind, to yours truly

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And your brain you better be using yours,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

So i wanna see what kinda fucked up shit is in yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

You are always mine, i aint never yours

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Me and my peeps often meet

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

I see'em grillin, i ate it though