This is a song about "Own ga"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Cuz we were never on our own

Pull out the bong, that i own,

They blowing up my phone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Remove each individual organ they own

I'm going off the top of the brain

Im my own person in my own lane,

Living out his own pocket with his very own promise

Earl, goddammit, i'm still in my damn pajamas

Raising a kid on your own

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

They took me in as their own

On everything i own, i'll make it on my own

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone