This is a song about "Point guard"

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

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Going straight to the point, the blueprint is on point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point