This is a song about "Being in my own world"

I'm in words, inversely proportional in my own luck,

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Never can i straight face

Trapped in my own self, i'm amaze

Just me and you in our own world talking about pressure

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

B.o.b, got the world in my hands/

I'm my own human being and i wish you could be seeing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring