This is a song about "Work safety"

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Can't hear me? does your dome work?

I'm why baby fathers kirk

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And their bloods trying make it work.

People around are doing their work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I'll take her home and do her like homework