This is a song about "Going to the stripclub"

The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

But im still going to grab the pen

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Going straight to the point, the blueprint is on point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Got my nigga going awol, from the srq to the natal

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

So i'm going to tryyyyy to live you to the highest.