This is a song about "New haven"

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

We're done, same old thing isnt nothin new.

He ain't give a fuck about you

All we need is convienient love

New targets when i see new faces

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Or you can keep them fresh and new

A new world order, with a new constitution

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

I sit here after new years thank fuck its a new year,

Safe haven, on occasion i feel creative, only for a short duration,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction