This is a song about "Security guards"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

// [you can call out your guards]

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

My mama smoked so god damn much

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

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

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

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

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith