This is a song about "Snitch ass bitches"

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Never trippin over bitches you type that's kissing ass

The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Try and say you're legit, i know that you're just a snitch,

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But i'm cappin' these snitch chatting, crackheads.

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

But bitches down in your berserk ass, pounding your balls as it drips the tears

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Tripping on a bitch nah! criminal killing a snitch

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

I'm past go; bitches is stripping letting they ass show