This is a song about "Be my protector"

Lets come up to my city

Wonder what my fate'll be

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It must be my personality,

I be on my dark liquor

When i’m looking in the mirror

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Commanding things to be my way

My nickname could be trouble.

Just like an animal

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Grab on my nuts where my genital parts be,

The right side of my brain be

They say nothings ever free

All my bitches be foreign

Most of them niggas dumb