This is a song about "My verses are better than yours"

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

My little brother could rap better than you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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

I've gone insane have a half a brain my raps are awesome yours are lame

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

And your brain you better be using yours,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

You know better not to mess with my verses..

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Still some dicks feel they are better than them...