This is a song about "Yours"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Industry and the strings attached to yours

I mean of course just the same old

Are so good while yours are mold

I aint about to pay for yours.

Epic, they used to feed me detours

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Hopin' that my niggas see

Well im doggod yours truly

Its yours until the protocol

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

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

No remorse from this source as the pain is all yours