This is a song about "Safety and ecology"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

And some strawberries and some chocolate

So dunn stay silent

Social conditioning and

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back