This is a song about "Trying to leave his slum community to better the life of his family but his past caught up to him"

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

I should sign up to be one of his bodyguards

To help him get his mind off it

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

The devil will take him to his place he is not worthy of any other place

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

He try his best to love me, but he promise he'll do better

Yeah hail mary full of grace

His conscience can take him to his grave

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Trying to get his life together, or something of that sought

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog