This is a song about "Owning your own business"

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Take your medicine and own it

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

What happened to mind your business and shut your mouth

And all my childhood memories

You created your own thief,

Top dropped down, black on black

Cant you get rich off your own track

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

So find the ambition, create your own mission,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

Raising a kid on your own

Blackberry and t phone

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Our own business and minin' for them diamonds, we rhymin',