This is a song about "Bitches and snitches"

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Can barely walk the city streets

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Snitches, get left in ditches, there 50 bitches, spit so fast my lips need stitches

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

They say you're all obedient and you're all just bitches,

Little more weed, first class seats

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love