This is a song about "Guards"

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

All on the furniture with no regards

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

But got comma’s in my statement

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

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

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can call out your guards]

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

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high