This is a song about "Crossing guards"

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

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

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

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

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Im crossing these odyssey's flawlessly

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

// [you can call out your guards]

Finish line with the tire marks