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

I got that potentiality to decease whatever comes in like a fucking wild beast

Puncture her spleen. it's obscene. music supposed to make an image or at least

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Come at me im sick of studio gangster thinking there music is whats happening

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I remember all the block parties, music, and the robberies,

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

So i fuckin' listen to music and doodle

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

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