This is a song about "Safety on the playground"

Carried off the playground into the street.

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Burning up,turn the fan on/

When you took my hand up so calm

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

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

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

Concerned for our safety

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

But im doin it wit style so the playground thinks im cool

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps