This is a song about "Safety"

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

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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

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

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

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

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

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Or you'll drive me crazy

Concerned for our safety

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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