This is a song about "Carl cizzle snitch police dope"

They're so dope, i hear police sirens

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

A lake or ditch that's what happens to a snitch

3 cell phones and still i won't call a bitch

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

But according to the police

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

So you can thank the little unfair snitch,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,