This is a song about "Yours rhymes sup"

I aint about to pay for yours.

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

It's a fools fatewithout your word

And your brain you better be using yours,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Always speak your mind, to yours truly

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

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

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

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours