This is a song about "He snitched"

As he grew up he got more confused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Like a male version of lauryn hill

He thinks that he can control

Timmy got his bike stole