This is a song about "Living on my own"

They tell me pick on somebody my own size

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

I do all this on my own

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

On my own, i'm all alone like bastards when their mothers die

I'm living it and i own it,

About some tyga beef shit

I keep on living through hard times, because of my insignificant rhymes,

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Did it all on my own

Shit ain’t better alone

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run