This is a song about "Yous"

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

On the mic, it's complete sickness yous say your strictly business

Yeah you know i got that work

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

All the time with this glock of mines

Stop pretending that yous packing nines

Woah, just say yeah like yous a mufuckin taylor

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

And that yous a black belt in karate

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Yous a dead motherfucker

The only time i flirt with her

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Yous a buster anyway, i can take you any day