This is a song about "Money snitches bitch"

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Music is money, money isn't music

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Uh im a boss. im a boss bitch. when it comes to my money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Snitches in ditches with stitches will hitch hike so listen bitch,

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message