This is a song about "Workplace health and safety"

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Concerned for our safety

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,

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

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