This is a song about "Yours rhymes sup"

You are always mine, i aint never yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Well im doggod yours truly

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

More money that mean less sleep

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

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

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

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours