This is a song about "Fighting my own war"

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

My own unknown is my enemy,

On they twitter writing novels, see

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

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Did it all on my own

Stop blowing up my cellphone

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature