This is a song about "Own"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I am my own father, i am my own brother,

They took me in as their own

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Living out his own pocket with his very own promise

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas

Never will i leave you on your own,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Fracturing bones, acting irrational on my own

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

If its not couture, i will not go to her