This is a song about "Niggaz who snitch"

You really are a snitch

My bitch, your bitch

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

But my niggaz in paris

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

A lake or ditch that's what happens to a snitch

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Breaking mine....niggaz thirsty so they wait in line

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Niggaz always wondering when the torture ends, yup!!!