This is a song about "Yours to be"

In every talk of yours, i would find a thing i would like to share:

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

This is the concrete

Let me rideuntil i get free

Resolutions to be

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Mine are illegal yours just tries to tie.

Invite me to yours, i wont be a slow show,

People love hodgy i hate you though

But when you try to take em, imma make you bust yours so i can bust mine!

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours