This is a song about "Bike safety"

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

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

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

I’m a hustla, baby

Concerned for our safety

You better watch out before i take your bike

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

No one hardly escapes from murder, so just put the gun on safety/

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

It all started when my mother took my bike away

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

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