This is a song about "Newcastle snitches"

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

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

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

But my plan is to show you that i understand

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

Together all the timethought it was true love

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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