This is a song about "Being a snake"

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Easy as cake you are fake and hissing like a snake

She self made, i'm self made

I will sting you like a snake,

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

Im like a viper snake,move slow and focussed

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Its snake, whew fam, does that ring a bell?

Fucked with feeling now the serpent turned into a bigger snake, maybe just a fake.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

On a snake who faked the jack, yo, lift it back

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

I'm a snake injecting some venom in

In a collision, i see their ambition

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Keep my grass cut/ so i can always find a snake