This is a song about "Fucked yours on"

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And your brain you better be using yours,

I'm a fucking rap star

Its yours until the protocol

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Challenge, or rapper thinking he can battle yours

Nightmare on any street

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Keeping shit mellow like a kid fucked on ritalin

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Your skills are as fucked a bitch,stop bleeding on rap pad

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track