This is a song about "Snitch ass bitches"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

So you can thank the little unfair snitch,

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Does she know you are a big ass snitch and a cheat

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

The snitch on the block be running for his life

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Never trippin over bitches you type that's kissing ass

I would say this bitches name but than i would be a snitch

Augh, i'm the hottest nigga, all i do is turn up, bitch