This is a song about "You will be mine"

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Crack lookin' at me like "you sell me, won't you be mine",

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

It will all be okay. you can depend

What will you deign to be sane

They think they bring that pain

And i will be buried with you.

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

So stop tryna be slim you will never be him acting all

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

And soon you will be making shrines

On they twitter writing novels, see

With out me you will be in misery

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

You reflect in this heart of mine