This is a song about "Safety food"

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

And junk food that's been feeding me.

They say i talk like im god body

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

And my kick game beyond crazy

Concerned for our safety

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

Banging out niggas with attitude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food