This is a song about "Yours truly"

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

If i was yours, and you were mine.

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

Industry and the strings attached to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

No man has truly lived,

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

Its yours until the protocol

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par