This is a song about "Yours"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

Private plane, my seat recline

If i was yours, and you were mine.

And your brain you better be using yours,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

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

Are so good while yours are mold

All this paper i fold