This is a song about "Hate snitches"

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

J. cole runnin' late

Its the things that i hate

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

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

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I'm dreaming to be great

Dont care about the hate

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

To all them haters that hate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed