This is a song about "Kid on his own"

Better than college, after that, students home

He had an empire set up on his own

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

A player getting played at his own game

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

So fat he has his own aviation station

This kid fought for his country and his actions have him grieving,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Now kid had to make some moves trying to get his own wheels so he could drive to school

I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule

She wanna be grown

Did it all on my own

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Pussy bitch he wouldn't do nothing while his on his own