This is a song about "Bitches being snitches"

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

From poorest snitches to richest

Fake young snitches that call us up

I don't really give a fuck

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

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/

Fuck being counterfeit

It ain't like that

Now momma told me be careful who you love

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches