This is a song about "Being yours"

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

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Epic, they used to feed me detours

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

And your brain you better be using yours,

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Challenge, or rapper thinking he can battle yours

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