This is a song about "Being yours"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Their lives are similar to yours

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

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

If i was yours, and you were mine.

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Are so good while yours are mold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Epic, they used to feed me detours

You are always mine, i aint never yours

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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