This is a song about "Guards"

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

Which is the root of all negative

She got me caught up in the moment

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

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

// [you can call out your guards]

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

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Finish line with the tire marks

// [you can call out your guards]

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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