This is a song about "Own it"

I've seen what it does to a nigga without his own plan,

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

It would be my own made sin

Did it all on my own

They blowing up my phone

Wizards must own it put a spell on and flew it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

It may seem you are your own opponent

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

So don't follow me home

Did it all on my own

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Take your medicine and own it