This is a song about "I m standing on mi own"

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

I wanted to come back on my own, start cracking g's,

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

Now standing on the podium, you understand nigga

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

●mm mm i'm sitting on the world like i own it/

He's probably standing on your stoup..

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

That's something i wouldn't wish on my own worst enemy.

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I could handle this on my own

And don't you bring your camera phone