This is a song about "Snitch crime cell wine"

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Their mind repeating the disrupting crime,

Barley-wine brews and broiling brats

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

So you can thank the little unfair snitch,

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Bitches suck ma dik like wine

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

My bars are magical like jesus turnin water to wine

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell