This is a song about "Ditches"

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Burned, squirmed to char and buried in the ditches,

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

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

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/