This is a song about "Guard"

Ive went hard got bullets glancin/ off my guard/ wile im advancin/ flow sick like its

Writing lyrics visiting numerous clinics, exposed by hater critics,

Want the title but im always fighting under card

So i let my guard down to my beating heart

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

But i tell it how it is parents better keep your guard

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

You lowered ur guard in-spite of offense