This is a song about "I aint a snitch"

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga

I can sense the end aint gunna be a sweet one

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Don't talk to me cause i aint a good listener/

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

And that i spent the night with her

I guess i aint a soldier

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

A lake or ditch that's what happens to a snitch

A bong,and my rhymes will blow you away-terrorist to a bomb.if you snitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

And she stripping, go to college

You really are a snitch