This is a song about "Bitches being snitches"

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/

From poorest snitches to richest

She leave her hair in the sink

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

When you feel like this

Im tired of these bitches

'specially when i fuck bitches

Cause ignorance is bliss

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

For going on being

Get off a key like i can’t sing