This is a song about "Fake freinds and snakes"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

They all sit back and dont even realise its fake

You're nothin' but a cheat, and a liar, and a fake,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes