This is a song about "Travelling safety"

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

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Leather belt fastened, like i'm travelling/

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon