This is a song about "Guards chase"

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

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

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can call out your guards]

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I gotta chase after this dream

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can call out your guards]

So imma chase money all day

Underrated some would say

// [you can call out your guards]

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