This is a song about "The feeling of safety"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Its the kind of feeling that makes your gut twist

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

But i'm feeling conscious in the process of enlightenment,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive

From just watching the films feeling pleasure weopans of seduction

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Getting the lebron feeling

A break from what you hearing

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

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit