This is a song about "On your owm"

I was shittin on your name

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

He's probably standing on your stoup..

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

So keep your hats on the rap's on so get your strap on

Feel your chest on top on

My sim card's the bomb

Are your still on the ground

He just throws it around

Finding more light to shed

You will be on your bed

Your pullin on my hair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

You better have your face on your ass.

Just put your hand on the glass