This is a song about "Safety supplies"

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

They gotta point em out baby

And solomon supplies the hazy

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

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

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Concerned for our safety

Crackhead on drug supplies

Been spending most our lives

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

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

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