This is a song about "Guards"

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

My mama smoked so god damn much

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

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

Rioting with two .45's on me residing to the side of me like body guards who'd fight for me//

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

// [you can call out your guards]

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms