This is a song about "Yours truly2"

Is a space that now you hold

Are so good while yours are mold

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

I ain't tryna brag though

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

I aint about to pay for yours.

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And yours is just about to start tumblin,

You're uncool like my mother kin

I dont give a fuck whether i offend yours

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

Runnin a liberation, neutralization comes to mind when my rhymes meet yours,

We should be presidents of pussy town, the way we killing that bush