This is a song about "Security officers"

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

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

I'm bothered by horrors / ordered by officers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

The homeland security gaffeled me over seas