This is a song about "My own"

Live long in the hands of my own, 

Blackberry and t phone

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

And that i spent the night with her

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Im my own inspiration

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

My own mother for emberassing me

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

Did it all on my own

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

So i made my own family, my own crew!

Just expose my own fucking membranes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains