This is a song about "Safety and ecology"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And some strawberries and some chocolate

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

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

And get caught, in the moment

And remember what i said and

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass