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

Why was i so stupid i was born in this nonsense

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But check out how i roll mine

She prefer the dutty wine

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

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

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Westside, bitch i run mine

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

You burnett's while i'm a fine wine.

I shine, you shine, so we shine