This is a song about "Bert my safety god"

Im trying to see her in bed

My god has the traps set

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Oh my god you gotta see

Timmy got his bike stole

In my god i'm made whole

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Concerned for our safety

I'm doing the same thing

My god he's amazing

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

Parallel on the other side

My god rules the day and night

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt