This is a song about "Its yours"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Their lives are similar to yours

Nightmare on any street

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Snort a little, now you're getting groovy

Always speak your mind, to yours truly