This is a song about "Crossing guards"

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Rioting with two .45's on me residing to the side of me like body guards who'd fight for me//

// [you can call out your guards]

Finish line with the tire marks

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Now "bye" as the duster guards come on sweeping by.

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

It's late and you stuck in my basement

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

I got these tats all on my arms

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though