This is a song about "Being yours"

My shit placed dowry while yours attained bounty

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Always speak your mind, to yours truly

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

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

I lost my connection with my woman

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books