This is a song about "Fakes n snakes"

They all snakes in the grass

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

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

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

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

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

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

The fakes just wondering what.

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades/

Every sentence i say, will make you question your religion you fakes//