This is a song about "Hope your mine"

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

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

This flow is all mine so get your own gun

I want to fight the music on this one

Thats just like mine to visit beside and hope that i

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

You deal with your life and i'll deal with mine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

You wish your bars were as hard as mine

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Your bars aint equal to what #mine #is

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

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

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time