This is a song about "Guards"

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

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

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

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

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

The guards keep me calm to stop the alarm and firearms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

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

// [you can call out your guards]