This is a song about "Motorbike helmet"

Hard as mortars, guard the borders, hide the farmer daughters,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

You're the worse east to west need a a hundred vest

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Claims that he's hard, on guard and the best

Send you to lucifer shoulda wore vest,im dope enough to kill amir take over the site

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died