This is a song about "Safety at work"

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

A relapsed addict, putting in the work so i could be crack at it

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I don't believe in a safety, i get a little bit racy

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Puttin in work, to much work,

I'm why baby fathers kirk

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

When we already at the house full of our, home work

I work at dolly dimples, flip pizzas for a living

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building