This is a song about "Making my own money"

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Go by own lines, gettin my own shine.

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

A nightmare, i'm right there like a siamese

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Now in my hand...i have my own earned money

Searching for fortune and fame

Im my own person in my own lane,

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My own unknown is my enemy,