This is a song about "Safety"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

On they twitter writing novels, see

Concerned for our safety

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

No one hardly escapes from murder, so just put the gun on safety/

It's whack, it just goes an attacks on the safety measures we lack

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back