This is a song about "Yours truly"

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

They call me say, word

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Mmg and that's my clique

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap