This is a song about "Guardians of galaxy"

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Affects not us but the guardians fate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Out of mind out of sight

I got plans tonight

Out of this coviction of feelings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Like a small garage in your backyard

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired