This is a song about "Yours truly1"

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,

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

This is the concrete

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

Are so good while yours are mold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Industry and the strings attached to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks