This is a song about "Fake freinds and snakes"

And i'll light the way for ya, and even though it's so fake,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

I'm not pretendin' or fake man, just mention my name and

And fake friends need some therapy.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

So take this advice and then decide if im fake,

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

With daggers and blades to combatant you rascals and snakes//

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Jackin my minidick to fake big tits and blondes

My so called mates all turned to snakes

One verse is all it takes