This is a song about "Yours truly2"

Well im doggod yours truly

I’m tryna be low key

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

So i wanna see what kinda fucked up shit is in yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

You are always mine, i aint never yours

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

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

And yours is just about to start tumblin,

What up girl, tell me how you been