This is a song about "Yours rhymes sup"

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

I'm like mohammed ali in his prime, killin' all of yours kiddish rhymes.

I just give dad the silent treatment when he says sup

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I aint about to pay for yours.

If i was yours, and you were mine.

Been a star since i was back in one time

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

My rhymes are intensely deep 'n yours are just very weak,

I keep my money neat

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap