This is a song about "I own you"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

But who am i just a man,don't follow me,do your own research instead you swallow these

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

And laugh in your face as i beat you with ya own cast

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

I could handle this on my own

Please sugar don't come alone

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Cuz i got better things to do then rap with you, got my own path

Your girlfriend want to follow

I know you run your own show