This is a song about "Safety on the playground"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

' alright, already, the show goes on

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

That's word to my mom

Burning up,turn the fan on/

' alright, already, the show goes on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Dumping dead bodies on the school playground i don't give a shit

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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