This is a song about "Safe places"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Fuck yo bankroll nigga around me you aint neva safe

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Will somebody please show me how

Your safe house ain't fucking safe now

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

When all i see are safe places, upper middle class families,

But for long time i had gone cold

These faces and places are growing old,

Lasers wrecked the wrong faces, sages of the wrong places.

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Baby got that super bass

I work.. and the weapon is off safe

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love