This is a song about "My brother went to jail cause of a snitch ass crip"

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Cause your sniffin coke someone needs to take your ass to jail

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Print a receipt out of my ass crack for you to eat.

Then one day we went to six flags with her brother and i drove.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Got caught on a fence, went to jail, but stay truck fit

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

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