This is a song about "Yours"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

Too focused, one word

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

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

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books