This is a song about "National guard"

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

I drink blood, and im parched, so you better guard

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

I don't need a life guard

Swear they go hard

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

You lowered ur guard in-spite of offense

I'm like your own private guard

So rest your weary heart