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

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

He took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safe

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

Im your guardian angel im not going anywhere, i staying here now till the day you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

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

I just pray that you & the kids are safe

Thinking of bliss and the good days