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

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

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

So i'ma take the safe road home n drive slow,

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

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

Say you through will all my foul ways

The streetz is aint the safe

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Full of myself, but staying on my own shelf

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes