This is a song about "Be my protector"

The right side of my brain be

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Consider that to be my submit,

Sky high, iced out paradise

You can be my crazy wife

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

And you'll be kissing my ass so your life can be spared

Wonder what my fate'll be

And my kick game beyond crazy

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

And family/ but they didn't understand i was your protector/

It must be my personality,

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Never promised to be a protector by i guess i'll protect ya,