This is a song about "Self defence"

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

I force myself into my old self again,

Self made bitch im coming soon.

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Call yourself a self made millionaire

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Got defence up on a list

But your cocky self looken like bill nie

Don't worry bout a thang baby

The knowledge of my self still

That's aids to the ill

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies