This is a song about "Security guards"

Security is tight

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

My mama smoked so god damn much

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can call out your guards]