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

It ain't where i been

You can't say that you won

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

You have your own opinions man

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

I promise i'mma call you back

Cant you get rich off your own track

That's why they can't mess up my flow

I know you run your own show

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?