This is a song about "Security guards"

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can call out your guards]

The homeland security gaffeled me over seas

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Its for security, because if you decide to leave, i want the ability to still breathe.

Baby i can see that you don't recognize mei'm shock g: the one who put the satin on your panties

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

Now "bye" as the duster guards come on sweeping by.

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die