This is a song about "He snitched"

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

Got a sign on my dick

Some days he just wishes he could die

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Cause you didn’t play the game right

He commit suicide

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,

He disses microphone cause when he grabs one, he chokes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes