This is a song about "Security guards"

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

// [you can call out your guards]

And the word most important

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Now i'm rising up and fighting, ain't no guards, fuck protection,

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin