This is a song about "Own"

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Never will i leave you on your own,

Living out his own pocket with his very own promise

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Live long in the hands of my own, 

Kicked out of his own house by one of his own daughters

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Fracturing bones, acting irrational on my own

Pull out the bong, that i own,

Put my number in your phone

Own this life like its your own

So don't follow me home

Cuz we were never on our own

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