This is a song about "My safehouse"

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My streaks my testament.

Grab my knife and my gun

Catch you up on places i've been

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Something wicked this way come

My words are my rhythm

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

My shirt, purple label my shirt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard