This is a song about "No snakes in my squad"

So much class, double d’s and ass

They all snakes in the grass

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

And i got them gold bottles, first place

My so called mates all turned to snakes

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

My enemies get no blows in cus

Niggas talk with limited service

Maybe it's because my friends are fuckin' spineless snakes,

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

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars