This is a song about "Snakes in the grass"

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

They all snakes in the grass

She graduated top of the class

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

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

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

You snakes but i'm the anaconda wrapping/