This is a song about "You own your on"

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Never will i leave you on your own,

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

It may seem you are your own opponent

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Lost soul, here i leave you, now i'm going on my own,

You played me for your own benefit

I be on some other shit

I'ma tell you this for your own benefit,

Young money motherfucker we the shit

On your own words and feet, saying that you could defeat

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

To get them niggas while they laid back

Cant you get rich off your own track