This is a song about "Being on your own"

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

On your own words and feet, saying that you could defeat

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Focused on your own need to cuddle

No one notice your struggle

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But do me a favor and do an inspection on your own reflection

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

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Im tired of being slepted on

Don't let him do it, you're not on your own!

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Don't get it twisted, your being listed, on my hitlist, by me.

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy