This is a song about "Ours"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

This that throw back from afar, whatcha jackin - it's ours

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Burn faster and faster so we take what's ours

Talking of the gods you serve

"we have won, victory's ours!"

You attack us when we're definitely what's rightfully ours,

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Ours in a friction that starve your affliction

You just working with the scraps you was given

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

But really you couldn't handle that scandal of ours

Cos the future generation is in the hands of ours

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

This world of ours is going to shit