This is a song about "Color guard"

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

I drink blood, and im parched, so you better guard

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

No set trip, no color claim

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Judging one another just because of racial color.

Grabs me by the colla, reminds me of my color,

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

But we should be body to body

You under me what's your color g?