This is a song about "Safety supplies"

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

I need supplies to make everything alright

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

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

Bitch i’ve been ballin’ all alone, like the gym is vacant

Take her back to where i live

Crackhead on drug supplies