This is a song about "Yours truly1"

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Are so good while yours are mold

Black woman you cold

Doctor said i was fine

If i was yours, and you were mine.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And yours is just about to start tumblin,

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

I try to create authentic answers, but it's hard enough to keep to my books

But make sure if they do see

Well im doggod yours truly

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

But that wasnt my business so it certainly aint yours.