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

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

I do all this on my own

Little latasha sho' grown

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Kicked out on my own ass

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Fracturing bones, acting irrational on my own

Do this shit on all my own, bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

But now you doing it, just not on the earth floor