This is a song about "Snake homies"

3 homies chilling making classics

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

On a snake who faked the jack, yo, lift it back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Keep my grass cut/ so i can always find a snake

Slithering snake you whither and shake

All dem niggas gonna hate