This is a song about "Self respected"

I don't mind if you niggas hate

U know self made salf paid

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

The knowledge of my self still

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Self designated wicked critical closer

Im respected in my town , because i earned it

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Beautiful that you wouldn't expect it, not respected, and felt neglected,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I'm just expected to be respected, not to climb to the top

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I want to be respected

See my self on the tv screen/

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green