This is a song about "Fucked yours on"

Challenge, or rapper thinking he can battle yours

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Keeping shit mellow like a kid fucked on ritalin

I flash smiles at the mean looks

And your brain you better be using yours,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Me on the streets to pimp me/ how fucked up is that to imprint

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Its yours until the protocol

You are always mine, i aint never yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Uh. this the kind of shit that starts off on track and gets real fucked up.

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck