This is a song about "Smoking and snitches"

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

While toking till i'm feeling high and smoking like a g

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

From poorest snitches to richest

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Just you and i no smoking no ashtray

I make forty-some dollars a day