This is a song about "Safety supplies"

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Why do people eat up the shit he supplies?

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

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

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

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

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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

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

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