This is a song about "Your mine"

Your life is a product of trash

Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass

Your bars are meaningless when they're compared to mine

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Your flow is wack and mine is concrete,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

And just in time your head is mine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

You got your own life,don't worry bout mine,it's about time

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Then it's plain as day to say that your place and mine are basically night and day

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Smash your spine, slash n' bind, so you could feel the wrath of mine