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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Carl cee twistin' them lyrics and spinnin' em,

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Cos that is what happens to the neighborhood snitch

Right flows down and they might go nice

Fuck not even the police

Try and say you're legit, i know that you're just a snitch,

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

My bitch, your bitch

You really are a snitch

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

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

Everybody knows that the best mcee is carl c

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy