This is a song about "Safety goggles"

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

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

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

We got money to go get baby

Concerned for our safety

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

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

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

So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon