This is a song about "Helth and safety at music festivals"

And american music shows.

Big homie hov said i am close

Concerned for our safety

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

Critics take hip-hop and rap music and group it together,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Music and writing were my only friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

And support ‘em until they see that it’s just music,