This is a song about "Safe use of cooktops"

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,

In the city of angels no one is safe

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Your safe house ain't fucking safe now

Bitches ain't around one thou

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

Use the salt thats in all of you, make that drink with an olive to

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

I spill the blood of rappers and use weezy dreads to soak it up