This is a song about "Yours to be"

Try to make me switch my style to yours like assimilation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And yours is just about to start tumblin,

And i roam with the heart of a violin

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Turn yours to opposite bracket and gets another apostrophe added

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

I try to create authentic answers, but it's hard enough to keep to my books

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

If rap was sculptures yours would be a mold and mine be vultures

Mine are illegal yours just tries to tie.

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Always speak your mind, to yours truly