This is a song about "Point guard"

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Never been one to point fingers

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Will still catch you niggas off guard like victims of surprise birthdays

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

I'm like your own private guard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Don't derail or drop your guard

So rest your weary heart

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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