This is a song about "Safe sex and pay checks"

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

He's dead,and now this fool gonna pay!

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I'm constantly providing for my fam and i'm earning checks,

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Trying to get back to this thing called love

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Bridget is safe and nothing happened, the point in my rhymes,

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Thinking im safe and sound at first was my initial,