This is a song about "Safety lab"

In fact you're as killable as drugged up lab rat,

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Concerned for our safety

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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