This is a song about "Friends turn to snakes"

Damn is your mattress dry

Now its your turn to die

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Little more weed, first class seats

But these days turn to weeks,

Some turn to end they time.

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

To increase my ends

Giving blowjobs to my friends

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

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

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Trying to find some friends