This is a song about "Yours truly1"

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

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

My raps is better then yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

That gyal want mi ride har

Its yours until the protocol

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My shit placed dowry while yours attained bounty

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

If i was yours, and you were mine.

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

But that wasnt my business so it certainly aint yours.

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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