This is a song about "Bitches being snitches"

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

But when it comes to bitches,

And i got mad love to give

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

I condone violence an force silence amoung bitchers an snitches pop un the head like there blisters

I believed in a higher being.

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Im tired of these bitches

Take her back to where i live