This is a song about "Newcastle snitches"

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Fake young snitches that call us up

Some niggas ain't got no luck

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

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

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

From poorest snitches to richest

If you feel it, it must be real just