This is a song about "Nigga snitchen runnin they mouth"

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Released aquemini, stankonia, since they opened their mouth,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

They are going to ran out like their mouth just drought.

I rhyme great, many wannabe's be like they runnin' the game.

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I be murdering bars

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

And even though most dads think they bossen, y'all are really runnin the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda