This is a song about "Yours truly1"

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Pink drank on, sprite work

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Always speak your mind, to yours truly

They say nothings ever free

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

My shit placed dowry while yours attained bounty

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Welcome to organized crime

If i was yours, and you were mine.

I dont give a fuck whether i offend yours

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

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

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