This is a song about "Your mine babygirl"

This flow is all mine so get your own gun

Me and my microphone could be one

You deal with your life and i'll deal with mine

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Your flow is wack and mine is concrete,

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

I'm not in your business, your in mine see

Chillin' with homies and family

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Your lyrics suck, while mine are so addicting you'll need syringes.

These emerald evergreens in your eyes reflect mine

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