This is a song about "Safety at work"

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Before work time is at its beginning,

And getting money is the song i sing

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

You see me at work, you never see me smile

I never smiled as a juvenile

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been