This is a song about "Crossing guards"

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

I got these tats all on my arms

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Im crossing these odyssey's flawlessly

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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,

Im crossing these odyssey's flawlessly

I reel them in, goadomes on see

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

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