This is a song about "Safety and pastry"

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And kill yourself and your clique

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Social conditioning and

But got comma’s in my statement

I was born to do the damn thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

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

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

We might be back in this baby

Concerned for our safety