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

So chase the air hide your stash

Kicked out on my own ass

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Blaming it on my own damn self i'm just tryna stack this wealth

Did it all on my own

Before i leave home

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

Do this shit on all my own, bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I do all this on my own

So beat me to the bone