This is a song about "Homies why u snitching"

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Homies could get they dividends

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And getting money is the song i sing

Why cry, when i could take his advise,"always look a man in his eyes before u kill him,"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

U still think why u dont have any fan

Life's about decisions man

Hi kids, u called for my name? fuck that, im here now don't even try why, why

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I seem to love these whips - a white

Why lie if u aint got shit to hide