This is a song about "Get my own bag"

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Go by own lines, gettin my own shine.

My own unknown is my enemy,

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Don't need u bitch 2 call my own

Stop blowing up my cellphone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Just let me get stoned, get into my own space zone

If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

And there's no way i can pay you back

Fuck it if the streets get boring i make my own fun

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman