This is a song about "Protect ya self"

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

Texting my mama current self

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

This is the part where we run hip hop

Bitch im a hella stella, i can rap this shit acopella, but just note to self i never-ever tell ya

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's backand i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughing at cha

We don't ever make love

To protect him on his travels

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Relying only on self

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Protect it, with ya life

This is how she want to live