This is a song about "I am yours"

This was a quick trash i hope yours is not as wack!

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

I make you feel like it is 10 below

Invite me to yours, i wont be a slow show,

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

You dont know who i am

I gotta question for you man

Years later here i am

Playboy, i don't own that man

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

For how smart i really am

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

In every talk of yours, i would find a thing i would like to share: