This is a song about "Period of office of a protector"

That i rap like a warden stuck up in an office a lawman, a foreman,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

I dont want to make it in a office like men in suits,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I'm in another time zone or even a different period

This game's a #period i'mma #faze through it, the truth is

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Never promised to be a protector by i guess i'll protect ya,

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards