This is a song about "Point guard"

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Claims that he's hard, on guard and the best

When you took my hand up so calm

No point in hanging on

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

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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