This is a song about "Travelling safety"

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

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

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

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

The club underwater, have em running out the front

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

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