This is a song about "Snitch crime cell hell stupid why wine"

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Barley-wine brews and broiling brats

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

So stupid, when i spit a rhyme i commit a crime,

I used to wonder why in the hell you would make me suffer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

How in the hell did it end up like this, sitting here why me but now i do

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

So you can thank the little unfair snitch,

Well i'd go back to my cell raise hell and get in my zone,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Why was i so stupid i was born in this nonsense

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Third world, else hell bomb ya, why cant