This is a song about "7 safety rules"

//college rules man, get your education

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

It was the best of the best rules//

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

No snapbacks, no tattoos y'all heard how he said cash rules?

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Now im pissed of abusing the rules

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

He even rules on heaven's throne!

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches