This is a song about "Safety and pastry"

Fuck fame, fuck money

Living young and wild and free

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

And inhospitable,

No one notice your struggle

And kill yourself and your clique

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

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

It ain't hard to make money

And a fridge and some broccoli