This is a song about "Did it on my own"

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

It all dates back when all i did was sat around on my ass

Wizards must own it put a spell on and flew it

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I never wanna settle for this life i'll make it better when i go and then i get it on my own right

Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizina brother bite the bullet, open fire and i died

Lost soul, here i leave you, now i'm going on my own,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

It would be my own made sin

This boa, what's your motivation

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

Put my number in your phone

Did it all on my own

Im sorry did i stutter bring me my cash back, i'll commit suicide still write my own shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that