This is a song about "Yours to be"

Just to let you know, you are

Its yours until the protocol

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

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Try to make me switch my style to yours like assimilation

Try to make authentic answers, it's hard enough to keep to my books

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

Their lives are similar to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

We're on the line, and you're mine, i'm yours, it'll be alright if you stay by my side