This is a song about "Yours rhymes sup"

From the back seat, back seat

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

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

Challenge, or rapper thinking he can battle yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

My raps is better then yours

Always speak your mind, to yours truly

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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

I aint about to pay for yours.

I flash smiles at the mean looks