This is a song about "Make me yours"

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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Try to make me switch my style to yours like assimilation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

U made my image get blurred so imma make yours gird

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

That make me want to swear

Hey, you right there

Niggas talk with limited service

Murders make me nauseous,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

That they make me fucking sick

My lines are so original they make yours look like a shitty spinoff

Introducing the baseheads ladies and gentlemen, this is mr. no days off