This is a song about "Making my own rules"

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

I don't play by your rules, and my ones are few

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Thinkin that your on my level, just for thinkin those thoughts you broke the rules

Westside, bitch i run mine

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Live long in the hands of my own, 

Go by own lines, gettin my own shine.

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time