This is a song about "Hear a nigga snitching we hunt them down"

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

I race them down, a chasing call to praise the crown

So ur getting hunt down like a cougar,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I can't hear them anymore,

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Hear them talkin but i hear is lies

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Timing them wrist watch down

He won't sit down, given the crown

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Slow it down let me give them a rope