This is a song about "I have my own girl"

Pay my haters not too much mind

My own soul i can't find

I have became my own person while my problems worsen.

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

I am my own father, i am my own brother,

He dont want the diamonds

I do all my own stunts

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

I make my own music, i even produce,

Writing raps so well i deserve my own biography, i mean i already have a documentary,

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

You have now entered the inner thoughts of my own mind

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams