This is a song about "Yours boobs"

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Its yours until the protocol

Ay yo you wonder who i are

And still got my nike boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

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

We should be presidents of pussy town, the way we killing that bush

Are so good while yours are mold

But for long time i had gone cold

Your girlfriend want to follow

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

But make sure if they do see

Well im doggod yours truly