This is a song about "Crossing guards"

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

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

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

All on the furniture with no regards

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

But takin a whole verse is crossing the line

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can call out your guards]

// [you can call out your guards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

He rigs the raid, guards knees buckles, for god sakes he's gonna beat em till his skull crunches