This is a song about "Friends turn to snakes"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

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

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

Bars designed to turn back time

She prefer the dutty wine

It's my turn to phrase a turn of phrase and turn a purple haze

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

According to these snakes who run up on me, who you messin' with?

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Welcome to organized crime

Some turn to end they time.