This is a song about "Fakes and snakes"

Got my foot on the gas

They all snakes in the grass

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

To be the best among and rise above the rest of these phony fakes

And maybe i am but

The fakes just wondering what.

Im around fakes so i just kept it all in and started drinking,

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

We want a slice of #cheese #cake, take it from these snakes,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

You snakes but i'm the anaconda wrapping/

All you fakes think i'll go astray

She say all men treat her wrong way