This is a song about "Guards"

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

// [you can call out your guards]

// [you can call out your guards]

I got these tats all on my arms

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

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

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can call out your guards]

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

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

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession