This is a song about "Security guards"

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

The guards keep me calm to stop the alarm and firearms

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

// [you can call out your guards]

I got these tats all on my arms

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

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

// [you can call out your guards]

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give