This is a song about "Murder these snitches 812"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Murder his family

But make sure if they do see

Makin major statements about outrageous crazy shit

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Envisioning a murder setting in which these fags are dreading

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Snitches, get left in ditches, there 50 bitches, spit so fast my lips need stitches