This is a song about "Being yours"

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Are so good while yours are mold

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,

I'm the good of evil and the evil of good so i see from both looks

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And your brain you better be using yours,

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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

I aint about to pay for yours.

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Chasing them checks, nike work