This is a song about "Batlle me"

Try to call me (try to call me)

Must be something you want me to see

But just let me be me

I swear they think i'm crazy

Try to call me (try to call me)

Look it something they can't ever see

Ll me but i'm still me, now you know the real me.

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You raised me, amazed me, praised me.

Where you belong with your family

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Stab me, shoot me, there just aint no destroyin me

They fucking me and loving me

I’m a hustla, baby