This is a song about "Security guards"

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

The guards keep me calm to stop the alarm and firearms

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

// [you can call out your guards]

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

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Perched on a large arch, lurking on ten restless guards,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes