This is a song about "Yours truly"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Always speak your mind, to yours truly

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

It ain't hard to make money

Now i can truly see,

No man has truly lived,

And you know my drift

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

But truly i'm spooky, and truly your puny,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Their lives are similar to yours