This is a song about "Im yours"

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Epic, they used to feed me detours

You are always mine, i aint never yours

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books