This is a song about "Own"

Fracturing bones, acting irrational on my own

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Live long in the hands of my own, 

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

Don't need u bitch 2 call my own

Now all i am is alone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Cuz we were never on our own

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Or you’ll end up on your own

I'm in tha zone

Did it all on my own