This is a song about "Safety"

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Concerned for our safety

I got bigger problems baby

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

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

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

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

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

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different