This is a song about "You say you own your city how you figure that"

Inside you is your own clover.

Just lay your head on my shoulder

If you believe then you can achieve

You created your own thief,

Cant you get rich off your own track

That moschino shit is so back

Wait, what? you're so bad that you don't even get your own butt?

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Like curses on the radio

I know you run your own show

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

I'm glad i met you in the city that day,