This is a song about "Crossing guards"

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Professing they found one ready as this

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

If you wanna play you better pray that you ain't ...crossing my way

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

// [you can call out your guards]

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can call out your guards]

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Perched on a large arch, lurking on ten restless guards,