This is a song about "Safety supplies"

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Cause i aint going down fo some bullshit, deal yo supplies

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

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

Concerned for our safety

I’m tryna be low key

And solomon supplies the hazy

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

I need supplies to make everything alright

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Why do people eat up the shit he supplies?