This is a song about "Crossing guards"

Never agree with that message

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

You know i be teasing, though

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

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

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

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

But takin a whole verse is crossing the line