This is a song about "Crossing guards"

Now i'm rising up and fighting, ain't no guards, fuck protection,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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//

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Im crossing these odyssey's flawlessly

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

Rule had a run, couple movie parts