This is a song about "Safety and pastry"

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And a fridge and some broccoli

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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

And remember what i said and

This how i hear it different

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

It's roc nation, this my team

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement