This is a song about "Yours"

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

I dont give a fuck whether i offend yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Well im doggod yours truly

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

No remorse from this source as the pain is all yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,