This is a song about "Fakes n snakes"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

You snakes but i'm the anaconda wrapping/

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

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

Theres no escape from the unfortunate fate awates increasing the crime rates,

I needed an action break to regain a little bit of compassion against attraction fakes

The fakes just wondering what.

They like talking, its like gossip

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

This industry is full of arrogant snakes

But they sold jello in the paint

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

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

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

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

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride