This is a song about "My own shoota"

My own mother for emberassing me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Im my own person in my own lane,

Fracturing bones, acting irrational on my own

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

But make sure if they do see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Go by own lines, gettin my own shine.

Shit, see that thing there was mine

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

Real light jab to opponents

I do all my own stunts

My past gives m.c.s a rap seizure

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer