This is a song about "Safety supplies"

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Right flows down and they might go nice

Crackhead on drug supplies

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

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

And solomon supplies the hazy

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies