This is a song about "Yours truly2"

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Hope you heard that intro

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Pulling down her skirt

You are always mine, i aint never yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Its yours until the protocol

Young money, d-town's all star

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Always speak your mind, to yours truly

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I mean of course just the same old

Are so good while yours are mold