this is the land of the snakes home of the fakes I do what it takes I mirror the greats I hang wit some apes strapped up wit drakes these niggas full of hate so we cannot relate I be flying cross the state nigga just to go on dates my blunts dy be the fattes I'm smoking on this cabbage my bitch is the baddest yo bitch she look average I call my pistol savage playing like you tough stop acting flexing on the gram stop cappin