This is a song about "I own this wo"

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

And i ain't frontin for her

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Bout to snap like i own this track, watch this diss overlap pass yo own crap

I never wanna settle for this life i'll make it better when i go and then i get it on my own right

Bitches die in a hurry, still i ride, i'm never worriedmr. makaveli tell me to ride and i'mma ride

Cuz no matter what you do, i fucking own this thread,

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

On everything i own, i'll make it on my own

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Cause at this age i’m at, i can make my own performances

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

I could handle this on my own