This is a song about "Dissing a group of guys"

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Had a group of friends stuck by my side,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"

Never dissing me is the explanation of "safest"

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Cuz yal fucking with a group who just don’t care.

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Taking out such a pivotal group

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route