This is a song about "Safety goggles"

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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

It's whack, it just goes an attacks on the safety measures we lack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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