This is a song about "You own your on"

You played me for your own benefit

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Stangle you with your own dreads and

It's late and you stuck in my basement

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Never will i leave you on your own,

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

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

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

But hey yo look, money from across the street

They blowing up my phone

Or you’ll end up on your own

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

I'ma tell you this for your own benefit,