This is a song about "Yours boobs"

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

Challenge, or rapper thinking he can battle yours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

They call me say, word

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Their lives are similar to yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Are so good while yours are mold

Hand to hand in the cold