This is a song about "Guards"

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

All on the furniture with no regards

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

// [you can call out your guards]

I got these tats all on my arms

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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

// [you can call out your guards]

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