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

Did it all on my own

She wanna be grown

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Wizards must own it put a spell on and flew it

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

On everything i own, i'll make it on my own

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