This is a song about "Guide"

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Be wise, don't hide, guide me, risk the ride

Halfback toss to right

Cide, my thoughts to guide,

I honestly seriously thought i needed her as a guide

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Go run and hide before i let the beretta guide through your mind

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

I scroll through the guide without a monday morning frown

But then i realized that all along i belong, just needed a strong guide/

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

I'm tired of people saying jesus will guide us,