This is a song about "Guards chase"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Now "bye" as the duster guards come on sweeping by.

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

You chase hoes, i chase dollars

Oldest nation on this earth

The guards keep me calm to stop the alarm and firearms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

When you try to run, you know i'm gonna chase

Speaking my two way's trynna put it wright for the chase

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Exclusives, y'all never seen

I gotta chase after this dream