This is a song about "Yours"

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

But that wasnt my business so it certainly aint yours.

Bad bitches never loved them though

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

I flash smiles at the mean looks

You are always mine, i aint never yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I aint about to pay for yours.

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

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I try to create authentic answers, but it's hard enough to keep to my books

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,