This is a song about "Safety"

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

It's whack, it just goes an attacks on the safety measures we lack

Concerned for our safety

Bitch, i might make you my baby

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

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

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

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

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