This is a song about "Ours"

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

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

Your lips. to see if ours are the ones who fit.

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

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

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Burn faster and faster so we take what's ours

So you finally got the nerve

"we have won, victory's ours!"

But really you couldn't handle that scandal of ours

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters