This is a song about "Safety supplies"

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

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

And solomon supplies the hazy

It's obvious i'm crazy

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

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

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Living my life like i'm living right

I need supplies to make everything alright

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

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

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

Crackhead on drug supplies

Take her back to where i live