This is a song about "People places and things can put you in danger"

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Kevin's the name, just to put things in the spotlight

Being in 2 places and to pull myself together quick!

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

And ya thinking i'm in danger putting my head through the flames 'n

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

When i was was in danger you pulled me out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I put potent things in his glass when i poured a drink

I wanted him to put his hands in places they shouldnt be/

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

I grew up in different places, never truly safe and good,