This is a song about "Point guard"

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

I don't fuck with emotions, guard them like a sentinel

Trying so fucking hard to be the best known guard

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

No point in hanging on

That's word to my mom

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Don't derail or drop your guard

Straight to the point/integrating philosophy,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money