This is a song about "Hope your mine"

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Michael, you know i really hope, your life turns out better than mine.

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

You got your own life,don't worry bout mine,it's about time

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Best believe this is the boy

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

And just in time your head is mine

It's ironic, your eyes need more improvement than mine

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

Pocket racked up all big faces

Your bars aint equal to what #mine #is

If i can't have your heart then mine i will pawn.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb