This is a song about "Cyber safety"

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

Concerned for our safety

Or you'll drive me crazy

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

It's whack, it just goes an attacks on the safety measures we lack

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock