This is a song about "Safety off"

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

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

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

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Concerned for our safety

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Ok so ima start this off

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

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

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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