This is a song about "Serpent"

The kundalini serpent is the source of my magic.

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

I'm lurking underneath quirrell's turban cursin' in serpent

When everybody around you is a stabbing pawning serpent,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

You faker than a lochness, serpent.

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

They say i float like a butterfly fly and strike like a serpent

Made the serpent my servant, wrote down my murder sermon.

And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, i'm a german

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Fucked with feeling now the serpent turned into a bigger snake, maybe just a fake.