This is a song about "Being yours"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Their lives are similar to yours

But that wasnt my business so it certainly aint yours.

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I aint about to pay for yours.

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Rappers please step forward

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one