This is a song about "Do my own ting"

He dont want the diamonds

I do all my own stunts

So i guess you think you grown

Live long in the hands of my own, 

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Cuz i got better things to do then rap with you, got my own path

And there is no chemistry

My own unknown is my enemy,

Fracturing bones, acting irrational on my own

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

She walks with the fox saying ting ting, tang tang

Not a fake person, that's the sims man