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

And it seems that they clouded 'em out, now it's stealin' the words out of my mouth

Though. i got that liquid courage and aspiration, take your girl maker her bounce

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

You know that love is a very serious thing

They be on my pussy im the one they adore nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

And mobb deep was runnin' shook ones, they was meant for this

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Heard you runnin your mouth and bumpen your gums

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Bitches might burn you; they runnin' with that clap too