This is a song about "Fakes n snakes"

Drive you spineless slithering snakes out, call me the pied piper,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

They make you need to be fake, some men are just snakes,

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

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Maybe it's because my friends are fuckin' spineless snakes,

They are snakes they are, fake they tryna take away our pride,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

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

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

They all snakes in the grass

Your life is a product of trash