This is a song about "Own time"

I could handle this on my own

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Become a historic relic/ own paramedic control your own anesthetic/

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

Put my number in your phone

Did it all on my own

Pull out the bong, that i own,

We just want you back at home

When i looked at you for the first time, it was just me and you in our own world

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Fracturing bones, acting irrational on my own

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Satan's spawns, we take ém own, break of dawn to the time when,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them