This is a song about "Lab safety rules"

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

In fact you're as killable as drugged up lab rat,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Cause i been up in the lab, mixin it like a chemist,

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

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

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

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Principal in this bitch i make the rules.

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news