This is a song about "Murder these snitches 812"

...not wanted 4 murder...

I thought i recognized her

Makin major statements about outrageous crazy shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

These rhymes are dangerous, ima flee wit the murder weapon.

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Thoughts of bloody murder.

The flow's cold as a shoulder

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

You know i stick to the script

From poorest snitches to richest