This is a song about "Yours truly"

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

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

Its yours until the protocol

I'm a fucking rap star

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Always speak your mind, to yours truly

I flash smiles at the mean looks

You are always mine, i aint never yours

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Girl, i put in that work

Epic, they used to feed me detours

My raps is better then yours

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

If i truly wanted a sequel