This is a song about "Staying safe on the roa"

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Thinking i'm safe but that's just when the thunder hit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Crack another beer and grab the gear to have it out of the way, safe

Bridget is safe and nothing happened, the point in my rhymes,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

But how could fuckin i cry. i be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows