This is a song about "Point guard"

But i tell it how it is parents better keep your guard

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

So i let my guard down to my beating heart

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

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

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

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Im a shooting star like a point guard, with this booming bar i can say i never joined hard

Never been one to point fingers

Got one, got two, three, four girls

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Better guard ya brain cause i'm what they call insane.