This is a song about "Going my own way"

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Lost soul, here i leave you, now i'm going on my own,

Born alone, work alone, die alone

I had to find my own way out this fucking hole/

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

No matter what i say do it your own way

Time after time, again and again

Im my own person in my own lane,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Living life their own way just to never be freed/