This is a song about "Yours truly1"

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I aint about to pay for yours.

Call me whatever joe

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

My shit placed dowry while yours attained bounty

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My raps is better then yours

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

More money that mean less sleep

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And yours is just about to start tumblin,

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

What up girl, tell me how you been