This is a song about "Drugs snitches showrtys"

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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/

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

I condone violence an force silence amoung bitchers an snitches pop un the head like there blisters

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs