This is a song about "Yours truly"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I aint about to pay for yours.

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

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

I'm the good of evil and the evil of good so i see from both looks

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

The concept is so absurd

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

6 o's pay for my car

Its yours until the protocol