This is a song about "Money cash hoes snakes"

It’s something that’s in your veins

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Capitalistic mental, money and cash is still sick essential,

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

This industry is full of arrogant snakes

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

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

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

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party