This is a song about "Yours truly1"

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I aint about to pay for yours.

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

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

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Red bottoms with the spike work

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

All the girls really want is fun

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Their lives are similar to yours