This is a song about "Ditches"

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Burned, squirmed to char and buried in the ditches,

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Snitches, get left in ditches, there 50 bitches, spit so fast my lips need stitches

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

But drove me into ditches, i was suspicious, when i ate you out it was too delicious,

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/

Snitches in ditches with stitches will hitch hike so listen bitch,

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college