This is a song about "Yours truly2"

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

My raps is better then yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

I dont give a fuck whether i offend yours

6 o's pay for my car

Its yours until the protocol

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Industry and the strings attached to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

But that wasnt my business so it certainly aint yours.

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