This is a song about "Security officers"

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Look at billions we've invested in our "homeland security",

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

The homeland security gaffeled me over seas

Security is tight

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout