This is a song about "Yours"

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And your brain you better be using yours,

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

No remorse from this source as the pain is all yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Their lives are similar to yours

If i was yours, and you were mine.

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

So i wanna see what kinda fucked up shit is in yours