This is a song about "Ditches"

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Burned, squirmed to char and buried in the ditches,

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

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage