This is a song about "Safety supplies"

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

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

And solomon supplies the hazy

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

I need supplies to make everything alright

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

Take her back to where i live

Crackhead on drug supplies

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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