This is a song about "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

I want to fight the music on this one

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

Their lives are similar to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Are so good while yours are mold

I mean of course just the same old

Epic, they used to feed me detours

You are always mine, i aint never yours

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

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