This is a song about "Silent guards"

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Please correct me, stretch marks

// [you can call out your guards]

With such an ugly picture in it and

He was never quiet nor silent

Disregard the silent tyrant

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

With a fronted silent g.

All i want is you baby

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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