This is a song about "Yours"

My raps is better then yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

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

Are so good while yours are mold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Hope my city is not too far

Its yours until the protocol

But that wasnt my business so it certainly aint yours.

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