This is a song about "Guards"

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

// [you can call out your guards]

Finish line with the tire marks

Rioting with two .45's on me residing to the side of me like body guards who'd fight for me//

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry