This is a song about "Yours truly1"

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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

But all that comes out is my eccentric manners; it screws up all my looks

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

If i was yours, and you were mine.

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours