This is a song about "Yours truly2"

Challenge, or rapper thinking he can battle yours

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

And your brain you better be using yours,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

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

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

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

Just tell them end of discussion

And yours is just about to start tumblin,

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

Epic, they used to feed me detours