This is a song about "Snakes and ladders"

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

The laziest snakes are acting all hazy and fake,

By my bad shit, you smell the reek of ladders

Penncounting pennys over tha years

But they sold jello in the paint

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

Drive you spineless slithering snakes out, call me the pied piper,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

A gentlemen with ladders

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

I make tracks for haters like i'm feeding the snakes,

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Acting like they’re friends, they’re just snakes faking love,

You snakes but i'm the anaconda wrapping/

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king