This is a song about "Safety and pastry"

On they twitter writing novels, see

Living young and wild and free

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

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

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches