This is a song about "Yours boobs"

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Pink drank on, sprite work

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

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

Challenge, or rapper thinking he can battle yours

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

I say what my mind speak

And my weed man should just sell flutes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,