This is a song about "House of my own"

At least i have my own house and a car!

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Turn twenty in a couple of weeks a new house put my name on the lease

Full of myself, but staying on my own shelf

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Still the pain recites at it's own heights, heard from all levels of the house

I'm not even real, just a figment of my own imagination

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Kidnapped u from ur own house took u to stoners hill where i could of killed u

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true