This is a song about "Fuk a snitch"

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

A bong,and my rhymes will blow you away-terrorist to a bomb.if you snitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Don't fuk up today. that's not the code.

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

So you can thank the little unfair snitch,

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Ha, i'd be scared to not going up against a bitch like you or a snitch like you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

What the fuck what the fuk what

How the fuk could they have a chance

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax