This is a song about "Your mines"

Ya first song was chronic masturbator, mines fuck ya baby,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

For the night your only mines, close your eyes, envision i

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I blow minds like set mines, and you blow mine with 'illumi' signs/

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

So press your lips to mines, take my hands and hold them tight

Just to make it in this broadway lights

You've never heard a rhyme as cursed as mines

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Get the big picture im a slick trickster your bars aint sicker than mines

His rap's a b mines an a so crap and see lines can spray

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her