This is a song about "Protect ya self"

Gotta protect yourself from what's wrong and right

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Will protect you even, if its not the right answer,

Cause when i make this stew

Give it to god hell protect you

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Fuckin' rollers don't protect us they protect our owners

So take the stage just show me what you got

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

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

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

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

She still wanted to protect it, until death came and got her

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

See you could sue, but oooh the law won't protect ya