This is a song about "Room full a snakes"

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

I'm not moving like a cartoon

My book case looks like a psych. room

Can't afford a room or a roof or a product

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Like a line full of hoes

Got shows on top of shows

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

With a world full of evil

Lady at the frank stand will

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

This industry is full of arrogant snakes