This is a song about "Used to be mine"

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Used to be able to just snatch em all up

Aint the same man i used to be

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Used to be family material what happened to that

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

They'd have to be mine, i knew they would

Smoke ? you know it taste good

We might be back in this baby

A tortured soul i used to be

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Let's restore hiphop to what it used to be

And ain't brew a tool used to be truthful

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Rolling while im blowing this stash

That match used to be a lash,