This is a song about "Fake freinds and snakes"

Our vision never changed, we self made

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Redbox flow and i do not date

And fake friends need some therapy.

They say nothings ever free

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Hit and miss these fake crips

I've been forsaken by these snakes, and i'll kill every fake,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I'm in love with your business

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes