This is a song about "Yours truly2"

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

My raps is better then yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

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

You are always mine, i aint never yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

You know i be teasing, though

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.