This is a song about "Dope glock money snitch hustle bitches"

Cause i’m balling, bitch

Bitch threatening to snitch,

Not bad using that dope money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

The world is so typical

I can respect the hustle

Got to the end of the tunnel

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Money will made ya a snitch,lier and motherfuckin' snake

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Heard the sound of several gun shots

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

You really are a snitch