This is a song about "Guards"

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Perched on a large arch, lurking on ten restless guards,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

The guards keep me calm to stop the alarm and firearms

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can call out your guards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

He rigs the raid, guards knees buckles, for god sakes he's gonna beat em till his skull crunches

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage