This is a song about "Silent guards"

So now you apologize and your silent

About disaster in the world and

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

And y'all kind of talk about but they're truly silent rhymes,

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

The guards. so i kill the guards send my regards

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

// [you can call out your guards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

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

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

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