This is a song about "Crossing guards"

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Now "bye" as the duster guards come on sweeping by.