This is a song about "Internet safety"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

Livestock looked after by herders,probation for internet surfers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps