This is a song about "Yous"

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

Sorrys and thank yous, i aint even tryna say it

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Yous a dead motherfucker

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

Gotta work - slight work

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Dont force out the fuck yous little bitch

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Yous a buster anyway, i can take you any day