This is a song about "Cops and snitches"

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

You know i stick to the script

From poorest snitches to richest

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

The prowlin' cops and enemies, we end up on cots,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

And the significance of cops

Where would i be without my dogs

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

So she kisses the stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Better yet they work my every nerve

And i know what all the cops are bastards