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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Released aquemini, stankonia, since they opened their mouth,

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

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

Niggas bout to get rocked in they mouth.

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

And mine somewhere bout mars

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Im still up in they mouth, fuck them and they life

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy