This is a song about "My own hell"

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Go by own lines, gettin my own shine.

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Im my own inspiration

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

And there's little to be glad for

Please sugar don't come alone

Did it all on my own

Kicked out on my own ass

Gotta make that cash

Don't need u bitch 2 call my own

So beat me to the bone

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

This is my own style, all this is my own version,