This is a song about "Being yours"

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Me and my peeps often meet

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Their lives are similar to yours

My raps is better then yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

The wrong drink, the right work

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

My shit placed dowry while yours attained bounty

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

Cold, my style making my nose run