This is a song about "Feeding your daughter to a snake"

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

Hide your daughter, hell even your father's a goner/

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

But they didn't lose a wife n soulmate, they lost a daughter.

Toss your daughter in the water like a lamb to the slaughter,

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

But what about your daughter?

I'm a snake injecting some venom in

Gift and a curse, the center of attention